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We did not make love on a rooftop in Japan during a typhoon. 

We had sex on a rooftop, yes, and that was fun, 
and that was a memory I wanted to keep. 
But later, when there was a midnight storm 
you didn't want to be bothered
and that's the actual truth. 
 
The truth is important. Details matter. 
This was not the only story you got wrong.
 
One good thing about you being gone 
is knowing that our true stories
will not be harvested anymore
tarnished by lies and
twisted into cheap pickup lines.
 
I'm sure that someone mourns you 
and I am sorry for their loss but 
all I feel is relief 
at being able to spit out the poison of you 
and know you will never administer another dose.
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