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Wish you could buy a clue like you can buy a vowel,
Don’t want you on me, don’t want you on my towel,
Please stop, I'm not sending you a sign,
I've got no love for you, no fucking shrine,
You're the one that left me for her,
We won't ever be what we were,
And you come back to me like you just took a vacation,
I'm not a STUPID bitch lost in translation,
Not here for your convenience,
You trying to give your truths credence,
Try telling yourself you never left,
Better yet try telling yourself that you didn't love me,
Except you're so effed,
You only ever see what you want to see.
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About the Creator
Adair Sigurdson
Adair is currently working on the Manifestation Diaries, a fictional short story series with more poetry to come. Stay tuned!
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