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Few Seconds at a time

It did indeed

Yes, you slipped away like a bottle of wine

And Taylor was right… you were never mine

Promised to another, but I took the risk

A knife that cuts deep, but you were a brick

You gave me what I needed, a few seconds at a time

But another had your whole, and that made me cry

Tears of joy a few seconds at a time

But as you fleed away, I had a hole inside

You were working better than my SSRI

But another kept my prescription

None are left inside

The emptiness of a borrowed lover

That as Taylor had warned me

Was never ever mine




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Sun 3rd Apr 2022 19:51

A fabulous read! Thank you!

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