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Left to rot
I was left there that summer, an end of an era
They left with sweet hugs and assurance of keeping their promise
The assurance of a steadfast connection
Of not being discarded even though we had to be parted
Though not a minute later it seemed,
They had forgotten their promise and left me out to rot
Like yesterday's garbage
Published 27th Jan 2023
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27th Jan 2023 10:57pm
28th Jan 2023 2:19am
30th Jan 2023 8:04am
Hoi hoi
Hope this finds you well.
It’s their loss. They don’t know what they’re missin’.
Or are you French spoken?
Anyway, like the poem, don’t like what made you write it…..
Kind regards, Gus
Hope this finds you well.
It’s their loss. They don’t know what they’re missin’.
Or are you French spoken?
Anyway, like the poem, don’t like what made you write it…..
Kind regards, Gus
