Spring

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It's almost spring!
I'm so happy because I missed the flowers you'd bring.
But this year, I won't hear my door call me with a ding
Because you're not here and my heart refuses to sing.
I miss you, and all the times you made my phone ring.
You used to let me cling to you.
But now you reject my love.
And we grew apart
Like quarantine.

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