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Feb 5
And with that I closed the door.
It was time to pick up the pieces of my heart,
To use the gold within me to forge them back together.
But like an idiot I left the porch light on,
Just in case you ever come back,
Just in case you remember the way…

Your key is under the mat.

But you’ll find I’ve changed the locks.
Let the one that got away…go.
Mel
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