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he loved me once, he loved me well
so when i tripped, t’was far i fell
and when i rose
was cold i came
and when i ran,
not quite the same.
of course i know
tis never real
but even so
with kiss i seal
the fate of mine
in time, in time

i linger here to tidy up
perchance to fill
a broken cup.

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