Expiriation date (poem)

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If someone told me we had an expiration date I would have spent every second of the year
making your time with me the happiest year
you could have had.
Instead it was miserable
Instead your gone.
Instead Your love for me was replaced with deep hate.

 Instead Your love for me was replaced with deep hate

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