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Feb 2020
When he left
Like a taxi
I just paid

He left, with my heart
Inside his reservoir

The mirrors were clouded
With nicotine and gas

Waiting to rain

I waited for the condensation
So I could cry

But I waved
My goodbye.


-- Eleanor
Eleanor Rigby
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Eleanor Rigby
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     else, Max Neumann and Molly
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