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June 24, 2015
Old love that came
at dead of night,
into my mind
by satellite,
and touched my heart
like once before,
then just as quickly,
closed the door.
Old love that is
a lifetime sin,
that should stay buried
deep within,
Yet surfaces,
from time to time;
never free am I,
from this ancient crime.
Old love that is
a burden heavy.
Give me a break,
I’ve paid the levy.
No future built
on heartache’s glow.
The time is right,
old love, please go.
Old love that is,
too hot to handle,
like dying embers
of a candle.
Pray leave me now;
no future can there be,
to my loving you,
or you loving me.
Old love that was
the only thing,
to ever make
my young heart sing.
Take with you knowledge;
of this be certain.
You were the one,
now draw the curtain.
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