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Un-Sweetened With Lots of Ice
Ice water pours inside making you swoon When the relationship is already over. It's language hurts and is blunt as a spoon, But it's needed to give yourself closure. No need for etiquette there anymore, No shows of simpering pretense. The one you loved, loves you no more, So trash them at their own expense. You can toast to them with a bitter drink, and give them to their own selfish device. Now you're through and good riddance too, The toast is un-sweetened with lots of ice. by: Kimarie
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