You can fake it for a while,
bite your tongue and smile,
like every mother does her ugly child.
But it starts to leak out,
like spittle from a cloud,
amassed resentment
pelting ounce and pound.
You're entertaining any doubts,
'cause you had to know that I was fond of you.
fond of y-o-u
Though I knew you masked your disdain
I can see the change was
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