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In the London metro, amidst passing remarks,
shoots a particularly harsh one, piercing
into the heart of a girl, crying
over her wounds, broken
for he left her to find a
new object of praise.

And the last thing she needs
today is the confirmation of
what she believes with such despairing faith
that she is useless, graceless and unloved.
The last thing she needs today
is the lies she tells herself to be proven true,
and the first thing I'll tell her is that they aren't.