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Poetry For The Lonely
Make your life story one torrid enough to be told again
8.2.10
You'd have the sweetest sense of shame if you knew what shame was
the only shame I see
is brief on your face
because you always turn away
do you know what you did to me?
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the lights are dimming, everyone shush
I can be so demanding
It's just a day
Spring Symphony in E flat major
Thunderstorms and power outages
But you fixed that with a kiss
Absence makes the heart wander. It's a proven fact.
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