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School Prom.
Thankfully there are no more
than two days in any weekend.
The best of times are after a party.
Like hindsight the cold light
of another day holds court.
When desire becomes a hopeless
life and lie.
Reality rules so supreme.
After all, a Cad deserves
to be caught.
There will be no seasonal
suicide note, mixed with
furious love hate,
oh no...
These amber eyes refuse
to yeild.
So much for him.
But boy what a slap!
