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I could see her

whispering to him,

as if she were the wind,

howling on a stormy night.



Her lies consumed him,

her tongue,

double edged sword,

forked at the tip.



In a moment of impetuousness,

caught up in deceit,

left in that moment,

feeling like a tourist in a foreign land.



Jaded to the world forever,

never the same.

Lesson learned,

as always, the hard way.