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Dec 2018
Thank you,
for cleaning up my room
it was dark and full of gloom
until you came
gently picked up the trash
and did a few spins to me singing jazz

I too tried
to clean up your mess
we both were full of
emptiness

Times have changed
and I still sing jazz
but now you have left
and my room is a mess
For a boy who loved me very dearly,
and I will never forget his tenderness
Written by
Electra730
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