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23h
You are like a stranger
Your touch foreign and cold
No explanation do you give
If the truth be told
At least give me an answer
That much is owed to me
I am left in the dark
Without a light to see
You seem pleased and smug
While I simply want your love
An apology I would offer up
Not something I'm above
Yet now I'm feeling angry
Like I'm not in the wrong
Keep it to yourself and pout
I'll be gone before too long.
Written by
Lynn Stillman
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