promises made

bits of paper found

when preparing to thin the herd

promises made to her

& her

of fidelity

undying love

devotion

oodles of moon in June

romantic guff

thrown there on the line

from the low depths of self pity

anguish of being thrown over

& now?

I have no idea

of where she is

or her

no trace of the love

I put down

no irony there

in the phrases of eternal care

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