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Nov 2014
More than ninety-eight days
Since you've been gone
I never was good with numbers
You knew that very well

There were times
When you called me stupid
It didn't bring me down
I knew better
Insults from you
Never came out as offensive anyway

There were times
We had conversations
So terrible I wanted to dissolve
In my cup of tea
Yeah like sugar
I didn't know about you though
It was hard to
But I remember our last as a couple
It was the worst of all
You cried for the first time
And I didn't
Yeah for the first time

There's a shadow
On my beige painted wall tonight
It belongs to no object
Quite funny
It's the shadow of your love
I think, I hope, I wish
More than ninety-eight days passed
Since you left and forgot

But I know how
You will never walk with a shadow again


F.Z.**N
Eleanor Rigby
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Eleanor Rigby
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