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Last Lust
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Bye: Twenty-line-poems
Love is a game,
In the name,
Of selflessness and trust,
That I have apprehended at last.
I thought she was in love,
With me and I was proud of,
The fact literally,
Until my eyes her phony nature could see!
From me, time and emotional support she got,
And what not,
Yet she did not trust me possibly,
Since she kept showing lame excuses to me.
Her coming closer to lessen the gap,
Was a sort of sly trap,
That I am now sure of,
Which she did in the name of love.
Twice I was given farcically,
The chances to be one physically,
With her but bizarrely enough like a flying dove,
She did move away, in the name of love!
