resigned
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Now she knows for sure,
It was the way he walked, strutting, how could a swimmer strut.
Thats more of a femine thing to do, but he is he.
Now she knows for sure,
If you have no intention of loving me
Then let me be.
For I am tired and sad and broken
And need no contributions.
Shaky as a fawn,
I am learning to stand
But empty promises and tender words
The night is oft
Long and dark
Such as her mind
Which speaks as
The mind of
All and yet so
Little of self.
Never shall I forget
The embraces never there,
Nor the flames
