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she left with just a post it note half stuck upon the door
A quickly scrawled ‘ I’ll see you round’ was all our love was for
And then she left three crosses like graves all in a row
Our love was worth a post it note and a game of tic tac toe
I love her like a funeral
All hollowness and what might’ve beens
Each stage of grief another numeral
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