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He said, When have I ever promised you anything?
And I wanted to laugh, I felt my cheeks burn and the moment turn movie classic.
Of course, never, how could he? Who'd even want such bile...
And his poison coursed through my veins, so aware of his poison, I writhed.
Another sip, eyeliner rubbed to bruises.
Days would turn to years before I'd have to twist like this again.
Time is relative.
Fantasies taste better than swollen lips.
And I find myself becoming a woman and forgetting how to cry like a child.