the hoe and the manwhore

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My lies loved yours.
Our scars and alter egos danced,
and your ghost rolled over, straddling mine.

I found a shield in a linguistic sword;
Your eyes were wilder than all the feral cats’.

But they said, “Be yourself,”
like it was me that liked
you.

And maybe I’d smile at how our tales have spun
if I had realized it was.

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