Poetry: It’s Over Means It’s Over
Don’t call me to say you miss me
For I too may say that
Please don’t come into my life again
It’s over means it’s over
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Don’t call me to say you miss me
For I too may say that
Please don’t come into my life again
It’s over means it’s over
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