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another poem...

Submitted: August 02, 2012

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Submitted: August 02, 2012

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How many of us do remember the taste?
The taste of a love that has gone to waste
To sit and reminisce of the days of old
There are oh so many, or so I've been told

They stand in the park on cold rainy nights
They dance drunken wildly out under streetlights
We are divided in half as losers and users
Some take for granted then become the abuser
Be them the givers or be they the takers
The users of people in love are the fakers


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