The Ex; by him

…After a cold argument

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I can’t bear the deed of you,

Drifting out in the cold wind,

When little heat flare out from my

Speech,

It prickles my heart,

And mind for you to dance away,

To a beat so near.

Forgive if I’ve hurt,

Pardon if I’ve left,

Traces of discord in the harmony of

Your plans

2013

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