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Love was a verb
I never earned
reached out my hand
and there you were, flying low.
I left you hurt
you don't deserve
to toss and turn over words
I never spoke.
I never earned
reached out my hand
and there you were, flying low.
I left you hurt
you don't deserve
to toss and turn over words
I never spoke.
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