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She said I love you
Staring down at her feet
As he drove off
Into a dusty cloud
Of past regret
*Idiot
I like to put my poems over pictures sometimes. If anyone knows any good photo sites let me know.
I like to think of me and you as
Two separate seasons
We can never be as one
Only slightly brush each other
One of us is ending
While the other is beginning

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