it's not my fault
that
she couldn't handle it—
my business
my politics
my cowboy spirit
my eazy-e sincerity
her karma
hit a brick wall
at ferocious speed-
becoming broken, warped
in need of
replacing
like her own pricey Vuitton
her time is running out
her story
is old and uninteresting
her flame flickers—
i got burned
by simply standing
too close
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