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I met my lovely ex in the market,
She saw me,
I saw her,
We met,
We smiled.
She wore a cervical collar in her neck,
I had a stent in my heart,
She could not move her neck to greet me,
My heart could not beat for her.
My heart-a graveyard....
buried lost lovers I mourn,
Time to start anew.
i go to funerals
without shedding a single tear
i've looked the devil in the eyes
and i've been touched by demons
i've died inside so many times
and bled out more than i count
and you think
i care what you may think of me?
you're mistaken, dear.
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