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Fool
Fool
I know now that naievete must be my life's downfall.
I listened to each word you said, believed them one and all.
Should I expect a charlatan behind each face I meet?
Do honesty and ethics fail? Morality retreat?
Words are more important to a poetess, I guess.
I write in truth and choose words well, perfection as my quest.
Who knew you said the self-same words to me that you told her?
Who could guess your speil a practiced verse you often purred?
I wish that I had more with which to base my choices on,
But I've been sheltered from the world and not exposed to fun.
I'm just a fool who gave you all I had without regret,
So now I sit here pondering the biggest fool I've met.
