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Years ago, he loved me like the first poem he wrote.

But he went away too soon, leaving me behind to know too well that with himself, he had taken a piece of me too. Years ago, he loved me like the first poem he wrote. But he went away too soon, leaving me behind to know too well that with himself, he had taken a piece of me too.
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