There's that person
Who just can't disappear
Their existence is replaced
By a melody
A background music about them
When they're gone
They're replaced by that song
But if they came back
They would be replaced by my middle finger
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My Kind of Milk and Honey (Poetry Collection)
Poetry"Having a partner is not an achievement Of all people, we both know We've learned that, hard way" an original poetry collection by me
