LOVER'S APART
Back in the days of the old,
She drove herself into him like a wood work maker,
And never wanted to get herself off,
But in the time of ups and downs,
She threw herself off the hook,
He addled because of her,
Even in time of examination,
"You don't care about me",
Became his value-laden words,
Because she behaved as if they were friends,
And puts a low touch of smile on his face,
But he hoped one day when he egresses,
She will be meek,
But ecstatic when back.
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