Cry

 

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Don’t cry for me, what’s done is done;

Cry for yourself ’cause you’re the one

Growing lies in your mouth, pretty red roses.

But now I recognize all of your poses

As poses, and smell the rot of your tongue,

Feel the decomposition you have flung

At my heart–

And my heart absorbed it all.

 

Don’t cry for me, what’s done is done;

Cry for yourself ’cause now I’m having fun.

 

 

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