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Last night

Last night,
was just right.
We laughed,
we loved,

But this morning I woke,
with my heart broke.
You were gone,
before dawn.

A week later you came back,
but my hearts no longer in tack.
So take your suitcase,
get out of my face,
and don't come back.





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