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Nov 2011
The lines were crisp, clean
Just the way you planned
And I,
I was the round peg
That just wouldn't fit into your square hole
Your dignified manner
Made me chuckle at first
Until it turned you cold
Now
I feel sick when you saunter on by
Forgetting, that you
Did once love me
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Written by
Hayley Dobbs
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