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Apr 2016
I would want nothing more,

Than to hear you knocking at my door,

You want nothing to do with me I'm sure.




I cant get you out of my head,

I lie alone, awake in bed,

I can don't know what to do instead.




There is only one of you,

And one of me,

I thought we fit together perfectly.




My edges were too rough,

My heart was too tough,

My love wasn't enough.




I don't blame you for the pain,

I remember that day it rained,

When I scooted to my left and you to your right,

But now I cry at night.
The Bard
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