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You broke my heart, girl,
All those years later,
The way you maligned
How we once basked together
In our primal state,
Hair like streamers,
Commune of the crimson lipstick.
You talked like a savior
Sprung you from a gang
Or scrubbed you clean of a cult;
You talked like spirits had been to blame,
Like evil had been in us - when really,
That was us at our purest,
Untroubled by cultural toxin-creep,
Groundwater without the gasoline.

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