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while i defend my title
as the champion of whining
she sits there and sips
her cheap Champagne and wine in
Twin plastic cups
whose rims are now outlined with
Her lipstick a color I still remember
i can tell she's bored with the conversation
she doesn't seem to get the source of my frustration
the inability to engender your pity
is making me lose hope in us
i never knew it'd come to this
but I have grown so desperate
i'm talking to these walls
i'm digging up your past again
i miss the irony of talking up solitude
the look in your eyes was all that it took
to confuse me for a second
that this would be permanent
But you know how it ends
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