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To My Dear Beloved

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The alcohol doesn’t heal it
It only seems to conceal it
And my aphrodisiac doesn’t work

For when I’ve sat and cried
And always tried to hide
Realising that when you hit you hurt

But nothing will erase it
No heart will ever save it

Our relationship hit the floor with a thud
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