Poem #247

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Breaking into boxes

Searching for the key

You used to fit like my favorite socks did

But I lost one, so they don't mean much to me

I had your love

Then lost the war

I kept looking for the white dove

I thought life was going to play fair

We were once so good together

I was always by your side

But you lost interest

So she's your new ride

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