a
love song
at last
lost its poison
a love song
for me
maybe
nothing
reminds me
i have not
contains the air
like a bubble
sparkling
temporarily
i missed
nothing
in the end
of a love song
i go on
with my day
a stray
smile
occasionally
a brief
glimpse
at the corridor
empty
but not me
i am
always
like wine
just better
after
a doze
in the cellar
a love song
its a love song
someone's
love song
just
not
mine
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