I am the other woman
who cries when you hurt
but how do I really know
whether you hurt or not
I am the other woman
who holds back and fears
that you will overhear
the love of my making
I am the other woman
who calls you my lover's lover
my rival, shared enemy
sisters bound to this man
only that I know this no-secret
that you are the other woman
who can access the moonlit passage
to shatter my very heart
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