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The Blame Game,                                

"You're so lame,"

My sad, angry voice,

your exceeding choice. 

You cheated. I needed.

Control alt deleted.

"I'm sorry." "Make-up sex?"

"My bed?" "Thought yours was next?"

I shouldn't blame you. It wasn't your fault.

Everything has happened, so stop with the salt.

History matters on events worthy of a Title.

Will you recall ours in; 5 to 10 years? Or denial?

Inception, Deception, Exception, Depression, Perception.

I shall never again lie with that wooingly sensation.