OATHS
I swear
after you sold my scrota
published the expose in the Post
painted my number all across 118th Street�
after all those things,
I swear
it may take me more than some flowers to forgive you.
Who am I kidding?
I swore that I'd love you until I died.
and it looks like I'm not dead yet.
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