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17 September 2009 @ 09:22 pm
Poem yo  
In front of me
you lie
expressing admiration for someone
who is not I

I am the friendly, helping face
helping you into someone elses embrace

Who am I to be hurt
when I get pleasure from you speaking words

I could say its bitter sweet
But, I am still
the one who is defeat