This year
I will forget that
Way you walk
That way you smell
That way you talk
Why I fell.
52 weeks to forget
That way you look
That way you hurt
That way you took
Everything,
Even the shirt
Off
My back
And how I gave it
So willing
A dozen months to forget
That I cried.
That you lied.
That I tried.
That I lost my pride.
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