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No-one saw how he ever cried, Charred cheeks, the tears dried. Strong, proud, masculine was he showing, Broken, beaten and to agony was he bowing. One person was all he ever wanted to befriend, She “liked” another and this had to end. As rich and might as well own a pony, Deep within the another was the same old phony. Soon and enough did the tears stop, Well and good the memories he did chop. The another’s moves worked like a charm, He was toxic “but meant no harm”. As the memories burned to the plate, He knew he sure was late. -RB
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