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Our story has been told.
Your heart is a black hole,
It’s ice cold,
It’s so old,
Please, break the mould.
I loved you then but now,
Now no way,
Never again,
You were the first love,
Now I really need a second.
Wednesday 28th December 2011 4:41 pm
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