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Jan 2019
Love
Could be standing on your front step
But you’re so use to
Solicitors handing you pamphlets
Full of false words and hope
That you never answer the door anymore


You use to sit and wait
For every knock
But now you peak through the blinds
Just to sit back down
And ignore the shuffle of shoes
Walking away


Even though You don’t know
Which shoes
Are being stepped in
By your soul mate
2sided2
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2sided2  California
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