Words are adding up,
making sense.
All your sentences
together, now.
Bringing me closer,
to grasping you.
Clearly, you played me,
and ran at first chance.
Boy, don’t worry,
I won’t try to get even,
there’s no use.
I never stoop that low,
not as you.

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