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Updated on May 2, 2015

We parted company, hurling words of war

Had we remained together, there'd be blood on the floor

I'd prefer to be by myself, with my dignity, than to continue on with you

Your bogus passion was for personal profit, your love it wasn't true

Lack of self respect emplaced us hand in hand; a mockery of wedlock

Disaster struck, the bomb has dropped, I survived the blows of shell shock

Silver showers and lasting bonds are still visions in my mind

I'll clutch on to hope, anticipate future love, my choice of men refined.


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