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A cold night’s memory.

I hear some lousy head tell me you while away with her in a red car.

Somehow trust refuses to budge.

I hear again you room her in now and then.

Nothing affects me.

Perhaps that is how trust true took root.

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I hear your words

Blunt you say

Hardly realizing the sharpest stab

I try to unhear them away

For it hits hard

That you saw me in such faint light

Through and through

I try to let it sink

I try to replace

Thought with void

Feeling with denial

And yet

I hear them

Find a way

Into a coldness within

I watch your silence

I have learnt to unhear it.