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Biting The
Bullet
Watching her
Twisting in the wind
In the agony unique
To lovers
Was painful,
Have one foot
Out the door
They say
When telling a friend
A perceived truth,
A fabrication would
Not help her
With her hurt
And in any case
Would come back
To haunt you,
So I bit the
Proverbial bullet
And suggested she
Do the impossible
And tell the chump
To fuck off.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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