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Poem #3 – A love, lost

 

i leave your bed
earlier than planned
out into the rain
alone
with the pain
fresh in my mind

how could i forget
those days in your appartment
free from worry
and content

I swear i don’t know where i’m
going
I swear i never
did

take me back
back to yesterday
when i could pretend
all was okay

a driving pain, fresh
a stable mind, past
a love, lost

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