practice

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The lights are out and the girl goes to bed
She says
Why are the lights gone
"Practice"
Her mate says
For what
So when we split I can get used to
Not seeing you when I fall asleep
Or wake up
But in the next month
They fall apart
And all her practicing did nothing
She fell apart when they did
Crying to sleep
Practice will never
Prepare for the real world

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