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The Last Night.

I remember like it was yesterday.
Before the opposite of stay.
Before "your own way."
It's just like I remember..
That night we were together,
But also with someone else.
Like magic and catastrophe
All within itself.
It was dark and it was quiet,
And you took my hand in yours.
It showed how much you cared for me,
Until you stopped walking through my door.
That night was final and unjust.
Something I didn't want to see.
The end of you, the conclusion of us,
And the last night you loved me.





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