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May 2022

You're a heated moment
You come on strong,
Go the same away

You're sprung;
Like midday in May
June, August you're so far gone,
Before long
You're forgotten past the leaves of November,
On to December

You love not kind

You love not tender

You love not true

You love not do

When where was I
But in a heated moment,
Ceded a goodbye
Written by
Melanie  69/F
   little lion
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