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I got another girl
She adores me
Believes every sweet nothing I utter
Fantasising of the transcendental melding of our souls:
Poor girl
J’st another conquest.

I am breaking another heart
and I know it;
She doesn’t know I lie with dilated pupils.
When I tell her to be careful of people whose pupils dilate when they lie
she doesn’t believe my truth

“Come with me.”
She thinks it’s an invitation;
She’ll cry through the lock
round the clock
Wondering why I left.

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