the sweetest man said yes,
but I said no,
quietly to him,
with the sweetest of smiles,
then he said, okay,
but his hand said no,
I had to say yes,
and now,
he smiles sweetly,
leaving,
and I,
leave,
my entrails,
ripped from my stomach,
an incomplete,
feast for the ravens,
endure.
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