long ago

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Once upon a time
Years ago we met,
Starbucks down the street
Hollywood boulevard,
You on my bed
Me on top of you.
You took me in
Swallowing when the conclusion came,
We met a few times before not
Seeing you ever again
And now I can't recall
The reason I stopped
Meeting with you
Those days long ago.

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