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EXPO CHICAGO | 2014
It caught me off guard.
Like a guilt-ridden kid owning up to a lie, your misery finally spilled out,
between visits from that nosy waitress who couldn’t keep her eyes off you.
I should have seen it coming.
Like a back-alley junkie with nowhere to turn, you wore me down a kiss at a time
and then disappeared in a flash
without having the guts to admit you scored.
