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Portrait of a Reputation

Parenthetical Girls

A woman's intuition
A man & his hasty hands
Sins of omission

She's had enough of falling in love
The clever ones never make her come
Oh Christ, what have I done?

A little misdirection
Suggestions you wondered aloud
You raised some eyebrows

But pussycat who laughs last?
As ever too clever by half

You held him like a weapon
You fell in with the delicate kids
Stiff competition

Emblazoned with the blood of the young
A spy in the house of love
Christ, what have I become?

You toyed with his affections
Pretended it was all in his head
Well Heaven help him

What's one less regrettable end?
The death of some so-called friend
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