our stories match
to a certain degree.
so many do when hearts are tied
to
darkness.
lovers who were liars.
she said, I cried my make up off
so many times.
came unglued. she tells me
her story.
then mine. but we both have tired
of it. it's not ancient history
quite yet.
but give it time.
it will become a tale told
in the third person.
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