This is the poem
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1 min readFeb 26, 2014
This is the poem that made you lachrymose
in the house that you built on perfidious pride
that dissembled your inveterate lie
because you’re inimical by nature
because you’re obdurate by choice
And when your lies get too abstruse
I’ll feel listlessness for you
this is the poem that made me cry
in the house now quiescent without you
that propitiated just to abjure you