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I'm not bitter

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you don't smile
you don't write
you don't wiggle your ass at my door no more
you called me king shithead
snorted all the powder
banged on the radiator for more
sat next to me for two hours, silent
in the roaring car
i saw it in your eyes
i saw you at the blue note
waiting for your eyes
that night
i saw you standing up
in the balcony
neck to lips kissing some one else
i'm not bitter
i never drink that whine