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Goodbye
The one I missed in the contest.
Goodbye, my lost love. It is the end.
I cannot really comprehend,
The tiffs we had that we cannot mend,
I'm sure I cannot call you a friend.
Don't send me flowers, I prefer weeds.
They reflect your evil thoughts and deeds.
Once I sent you some forget-me-nots,
All was a mind and heart of bad knots.
So please, don't send me any flowers,
Gone are those captivating long hours.
I'd rather find a sweet fair lover
A give and take that we'll discover.
Copyright ©
Buhagiar Victor
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