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Jan 24
This will be the last thing I write about her.

The last poem that I put my head

Because the storm is over,
I have gotten through the worst.

And now it is time to put a line through her.

Cross her off.

It's over.

I no longer see her in everyone I meet,
I no longer look for her in everyone new.

It's over.

I put a line in it.

A line through her face, she was just a phase.

Written by
Sav  26/F
       poemsexpressionswordstruth, Mikey Kania and TD
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