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Fought for you

Fought for you

Though your bag was gone,
Looked for a note
To tell me where– no[ne].
Left the lights on,
Hoping you would
Find the way home.
Those roads, glass, keeping
Eyes blind to the world
Outside, their mark’ed chords.
And none lead back,
Only by crossing o’er
Mine and yours.

Every time

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