Last night yu cut off
every connection we ever had with your cold tone
as if i no longer mattered
as i once upon a long time ago
you hadnt looked at me and cared
no, not last niqht
last niqht
wahtever i thought was still there
left the day you did
when you care about someone theres always room for chanqe *
the END of pennsylvania poems
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