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9/12/16


Both belong to someone else.

Someone new.

It’s something blue; something borrowed.

Put back on the shelf.

Out to dry.

What’s left to follow?

Hard to love with a heart that’s been hollowed.

Lack of reason, not feeling, is the reason you cheated.

Yet still when I sleep in,

Your face comes to creep in.

Not like it used to.

Not a re-occurance every evening.

Still avoid it at all costs.

You cut the ties,

I can accept the loss.

Always rolled like a stone,

You tried to stick like moss.

Boy, you did.

You really did a lot.

Don’t think for a minute that I up and forgot.

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