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Vic Feb 2020
Last night I told you I loved you
And it wasn't the alcohol talking

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I'm floating 10 inches above my bed
And I still haven't come down from there

Going days without you by my side
Is surprisingly hard to bear

I can't write proper poetry anymore
Letting lines go, everywhere

Maybe you don't need proper rhymes
To know that I need you, fair and square.

Last night I told you I loved you,
And it wasn't the alcohol talking
A poem every day
27/2/20

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