Bittersweet (25/03/24)

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Promply looking out the window
Yet your soul is all I've ever known

A mysterious world without compassion for my sorrow
How did I lose, if you never loved at all?

Every stranger you pass, ready to take a bow
In front of the beauty with blonde hair and an unattainable glow

Reminding me of the precious one I lost
Sweet like honey on a burned toast

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