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Past Lives

Never a kind word, at least, not when I’m awake.
Woulda, coulda, shoulda, its all you ever say.
Can’t appreciate the difference, even once, would have made..
If you spoke the sweetness whispered, in the night, through the day.
Show everyone compassion,
Excluding me, I’m not in fashion.
Why do you linger with no passion,
Yet, light up for yesterday?
Written by Brokenpoet2020
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