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By , Hartland, WI

Long brown hair, familiar;
you should have left, yet you’re still here.

Our eyes meet, just for a “talk.”
“Just friends,” you say, your lips to mine.

I’ve moved on, there’s another I love.
I won’t trade her, not for you.






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