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Sunday, July 19, 2026

Echoes of a stranger strobnger than poison

I whispered te amo a sacred sound But you turned away let the silence drown The word I had given so raw and true And said it was something you couldn't construe For you to believe I had played you so A master of lies in a one-week show You trusted a voice on a phantom line A shadow you'd never call mine This stranger this ghost with a poisonous tongue Whose story from nowhere so quickly was sung You held up their fiction a weight I can't hold Against the warm truth that our one week had told We painted our futures in the soft fading light We shared all our dreams in the deep of the night You knew my fears the hopes I held dear And you let them all shatter on the words of this smear One call, just one call from a voice you don't know Was enough to make all of our shared moments go To make you doubt me to make you turn cold To believe the dead tales that my past has now told
 
She weaves her old poison a familiar art To tear us apart to shatter my heart And you, my dear love with a week in your hand Let a strangers whisper make you take a stand You chose the echo of someone you've never met Over the love that I can't forget And I am left with the words you denied And the love that in your doubt so painfully died

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