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Little Loss

To each their own!
The drowning sweethearts sing
A hazy gaze aimed towards me
But I could not see a thing.

My heart has wandered off its path
Little loss, scared, afraid
The tethered rope that kept me here
Has now begun to fray.

Longing for a change of face
The haunting eyes remain
Empty windows left behind
It was not done in vain.




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