L o v e r O n T h e S i d e

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I am not just a pit stop
For you to disappear
From without a word
I'm not a machine for

You to release your
Anger upon with
Your fists and angry
Mouth, I'm not a

Vacation for you to
Hide behind, avoiding
All the danger signs
While she is at home

Waiting till you come
Back safe and sound
Only to find out you've
Been gone, with a carbon

Copy of the one you love.

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