Poem 99

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You walked right out on my heart.

I thought it was all my fault.

You played me from the start.

I knew I should have been smart.

You didn't care if I fell apart.

I treated you like you belonged in a vault.

You treated me like I was a spare part.

But You did help me create bad Art.

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