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I guessed youd gang up gung ho gather gall
And flame me frenemy in fierce cross fire
Between you two I hedge insane desire
I thrive on girlish disingenuous thrall
I see you stand by him in mall or hall
He leads you love drunk his eyes glazed admire
You publicly in private things are dire
I sense you sob I sense him smack a wall
He stays aloof that minute far too long
Unloading fine you near a fawning me
Himself flicked from you then hes weak and strong
A saintly saboteur whos sprung you free
It's naive I've cherished nice you valued cheap
You grab a gist of me I sense down deep
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