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Just a poem, about term love. |
| Eviction notice A note, she sent For me, to vacate In which, she meant Don’t ask, or wait The years we spent Don’t justify Or represent More than a lie The room you rent Its lease was fake And now, she’s bent To fix a mistake How fools consent To terms of rules All of the content Telling, they’re fools? |
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