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You lost

Like sweat between your thighs,
like the drunken nights and highs.
like a mother breaking ties
like your smooth savoury lies.

I win.

Like a hopeful rejection letter.
like a fake ‘you’re getting better’.
like faith that I deter
like frozen fallen butter

I win.

Like an unemotional contract
like how she lies with tact.
like a fallen enemy pact
like his pant without an act.

I win, I win, I win.

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