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Feb 2011
You didn’t wait.
You refused to wait for me.
Now I’m all that's left
Of what we used to be.
I’ll find another to make me smile,
And pick me up from all this waste.
Trust me baby, she’ll be just like you but even better.
The next level of copy and paste.
And surely, when she also leaves me one afternoon,
The frown I’ll have for her,
Will be bigger than the one I had for you.
Written on August 4th, 2008
Enzo Badia
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