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Sunday, May 27, 2018

Murder

There was a new me in the mirror,
for the old me was now lost
And although there hadn't been a trade in,
you wouldn't believe the cost
I woke up each day tearful,
as the old me said goodbye
And I became somebody else,
before my very eyes
For the old me had been murdered,
she had taken him apart
And when I pieced him back together,
I couldn't find his heart
It was painful trying to remember,
the way that it was lost
No there hadn't been a trade in,
but you wouldn't believe the cost
Marvo (Andy)
Topic(s) of this poem: murder
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