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Disappointment, disappointment
How many Times do I feel you Anyway?
Maybe every day?
Yes it must be all the time
If only for every moment I could get a dime
Indeed I wold be filthy rich
So easy, like I used a spell from a witch
YOU ARE READING
Candour
PoetryMy truth.... My thoughts..... My intakes...... My views.. Its poetry...
