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Finally managed
Say goodbye,
I put you on a broomstick
Headed for the sunset of yesterday,
You clad in picture frames
Scents of Bvlgari and Issey Miyake
In your wake.
You’re a distant memory now,
Like sand in my shoes
I just poured you out
Footprints trailing
The very spot where
I’ve left you behind.
Bags in hand,
Echoes of my footsteps
Caressing the sand,
Head bowed
Brows furrowed,
Guess the sun of
Tomorrow will tell,
C’est la vie.
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