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The Other Woman
The Other Woman
I feel sorry for her
She believes your lies
Wipes tears from your eyes
She thinks you care,
Always be there.
We know that’s fake
Rotten wedding cake,
Broken vows,
Affairs with old cows,
Twisted memories told,
Left out in the cold.
Beaten and broken,
Heart torn open,
All still to come,
Treated like scum,
The future holds this,
...Tuesday 6th October 2020 7:24 pm
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