The last time I fell out of love I threw out my double bed and got a single bed so I'd never find the bed too big. ↲But so many nights alone, turned from weeks to years and another year, yet another year a few more months, then came you. You never spent the night in my arms and never will but I sit and night and miss you here in my narrow sleeping place. Even though I was the one who told you to go away.
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