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Dress on the hangerIt's time to put the dress back on the hanger, and shut the closet door, Maybe I feel a little hurt and anger, Knowing what a fool I was once more. It looks like I've been stood up again, Tears know not to fall, I've been though the heartache before, Waiting for the phone call, I should have grown use to the pain, Maybe I haven't got anything to lose or gain, I dream in vain, I've been stood up before, Now I'm laying down, with a closed closet door, Promising myself, no more. He was just a stranger, It's time to put my dress back on the hanger. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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