25-Ambition

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A bitter cackle leaves her lips freezing him at the door,
you think I don't know, she says,of the abandoned lanes your shoes tread on?
He whirls around and meets her cerulean eyes, they hold all that he had failed to recognize,
she smiles and questions, the silent sound of her heartbreak rippling across,
it was all a facade wasn't it, a stepping stone for your ambition?

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