The fatal lie
Flames dancing in her eyes
Her mind full of anger, not of why’s?
Frustrated she believed the lies,
Couldn’t see thru his disguise
Thoughts now comprised of plotting and strife
She sits and waits for night to fall
This information was the final straw
She drives to the place where she once stayed
She drops the match and walks away
-Caleb Evans
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