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No More

I stagger when I walk

And I spit when I talk.

But my eloquence

Is no recompense

For what I put you through.

Sure you got money;

I know you didn’t want it

But I flaunt it


I miss your cheeky face

Every day of my life.

Love severed

Impossible to

To replace.

Not a snow man,

I don’t melt away.

Been dealt duff hands before

But sure I can recover

And discover a new reality.

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