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God Is the Judge

by Mila Clarke

Promised I'd be happy,
No tears when you
Know fortune.
Smile through every stabbing
Disregard for undesired.
Cry so very softly,
Never curse you for
Your spite.
Swear that you will love her,
The way you'll never
Love me.
See me in your blind eyes,
As clear as mist
And dreams.
Laugh at all your treason,
Let's celebrate
My defeat.
As she brings you delight,
I wish you well,
Best of luck.
Seek my voice and guidance,
Deaf to my
Shy speechless pleas.
I can't make you happy,
But I'll leave
To let her try.

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