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YOU'RE NOT WORTHY OF A POEM TITLE |
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I used to live blue nights and dark days, I was always home, always alone, waiting for you to phone. You know I couldn’t sleep at all, just stare at the wall, hoping you would call. Then one night you did call, and I asked if we’d go out maybe, and you told me about her, your other baby. And I cried my eyes desert dry! I sighed! I cried high to the sky! Until I found this other guy… And now I’m walking on number nine cloud, sunshine day and night. And you are nothing, zero to me, your memory switched off like a light. You bastard. --CRONIN DETZZ |
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