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What You’ve Left
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A Love Destroyed very little,
I’ll never be brittle.
You think you’ve left nothing?
You were just a fling.
You could never do me harm,
Cos strength was my lucky charm.
What was the point?
Did you think I’d disjoint?
Did you believe I would fracture?
It’s nothing you could manufacture.
You’re a speck of dust to me,
A seed near the tree.
You were easy to forget,
Even though you’re a regret.
You must have made mistake,
Cos you left more than you could take.
