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Idiot of Love

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Dear love of mine
I lost you due to no more “sparks flying”
Knowing you would kill me

February third at sixth-thirty p.m.
That’s when you told me
Our love flew away like a robin

My emotions were mixed up
Hatred then sadness
Washed over me

I’ll miss how you loved me
You were the sun that
Dried up my rain

We are over now
But I’ve started a new beginning
So have you

A new relationship for me
It has started
A new sweet tender love
That can possibly kill me



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