Shut your mouth!
Please get out!
I need some space.
I get it. This is yours.
Not mine... but what
I'm seeing is that you're
NOT allowing me
Any grace and holding
It over my head that
What I have is yours
On loan and now
Counting down till
I'm out - I, too, can
Count and I'm counting
The days till we part.
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