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Mar 2020
Things fade,
be it,
colours,
in words,
or in love

What magic we once had,
what now seems a fad,
surprises,
a nightly text,
all gone in a time now lost

I know you still care,
but we just lost our flare,
coaxed,
into a slumber,
I should delete your number,
And start a new somewhere else

Loves Lost

JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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