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when you murmured,

gentle as a sigh,

do you love me?

she shrugged her shoulders

as if to say,

how would she know?

and who cared about love anyway?

and you felt your heart breaking

like the dried up simoniz car wax

in its neglected sunshine yellow tin.

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