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You sit on the kitchen counter, Drips of apple juice hang From your trembling chin. As naïve as a newborn kitten, You make your way blindly, All too trusting of the world. A smile plays across my lips As I bait the innocent. I loved you, I cared for you; You meant the world to me. These are the lies I told you. These are the lies you believed.
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