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was a game

It was a game we used to play, when we were young.

When the light was less intrusive,
and darkness kept our black hearts safe.

It was a game I used to play.

 

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? What ?

I didn’t find you behind the door, or the couch, the fridge or the bed.

If I was to say, ‘maybe I’m losing my mind’ I’d be wrong.

 

Because I didn’t find you in those places, means I must have disposed of you properly.

 

How come then, I can never get you out of my mind ?

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