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  • 24th
  • July
  • 2012

J’ai Claque La Porte

I shouldn’t have left without saying “I love you” 
But I could have left without causing a scene
Both of them in tears on the couch 
And me, tired, poorly shaven
I got up, and shut the door 

I left my toothbrush with yours
The one I used on the weekends 
And I didn’t have the courage to take it away 
When I saw yours next to mine 
I got up, and shut the door