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Maybe there are more such stories when meeting online?
As time carries us forward, we learn to deal more expeditiously with our potentially fatal flaws. In my marriage, I suspected then identified deceptions, but delayed making the change I needed for years.
In my next significant intercourse with a deceiver, I denied the signs for only a year or so before pressing the ejection button.
In my last colllision with a truth-eater, I saw the light within a few weeks and tore out my aching heart never looking back (except for the dark moments of wound-licking).
We learn. Now I can cleanly say, "Next?". 
I liked your poem very much, too.
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