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The only residue of them left behind is a stain on my shirt,
Memories washed away with false flowers and tide,
How I wish I was still curled up with him on the couch,
Letting the Disney sitcom laugh track play,
Hoping the crumbs I left behind were mainly ones of sugar and not poison,
Though I know I left both,
So I shall watch the laundry spin as I hope that I broke the cycle,
Drying off the wounds of the past to make way for the future,
In only ways that a fresh cotton sheet could provide.
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