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What is left but to laugh
Sorrow amuses He
pain makes He smile
Loss causes He to win

I sit with empty hands,
Vacant heart and
Hollow soul but
A smile cracks my lips

He has won, taken me
Stolen my possessions
Scooped up my joy
Belittled my hope

Nevertheless I grin
Knowing that with defeat
I can still be victor if
He cannot revel in my pity.

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