The day’s a disaster. We’re both online:
The silence is yours and the torture is mine.
I’ve done pretty good getting out of your sight,
But still cannot throw you out of my mind.
The night is a nightmare - feeling your smell
That’s left on the sofa. You’ve put a spell:
I’m handcuffed and martyred, officially mad –
I know for you I’m just one passing fad.
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