Unfinished Poem #30

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Left in the dead of night
To catch an early flight
Think I made up my mind

Tell me why
When you speak all I can do is cry?
Been a week
And you're still on my mind

This feeling is hard to find
This is me going mad

Oh honey why
Did it have to be me?
Innocent victim of robbery
Stole my heart
Now there's nothing left to bleed

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