It's crazy | poetry

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In the dim of the night
I can see the pictures quiet
It seems to burn in flames
But it stays in the paints
The letters I wrote are red
And it makes me so mad
I can't write without thinking of you
My mind is your home
It's crazy how you're with someone else
Just like we never took place

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