though i do feel a bit empty
but these things often happen
and we'll both soon forget
i leave you quietly
in parting with a gift
a momento of the love i stole
sealed in the cracks of your chapped lips
i can't help what i have done
taken a piece of yours for my own
bit off more than you could chew
now your nights they have grown cold
and with this i take my leave
though i've lost equal what i've gained
i know i'll likely miss you
the next time that it rains
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