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Seething rage of a woman scorned

Of a woman who says she won't be used no more

Burning up letters and blowing out flames

A different pair of hands,

But the aftermath is the same.

When the wetness of kisses

has dried on our mouths,

And shame was a thought

Not a promise said out loud

And smoke and mirrors threatened

But hadn't yet unfurled

The truth that she was nothing to him

But just

another ''girl''.