I turned another leaf,
a quarter is torn but it's still good
I forgot my pain
but a scar I couldn't hide from you
this skin is weakened,
getting bitter with every iron it sheds.
your kiss was bliss,
but I kept on dreaming.
When I woke up you were gone,
away to some work you've decided before.
It must be good,
to be busy of some sort.
I turned another leaf,
I think this time it is perfect,
but all along, it was.
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