You're like a broom,
You swept me away,
From the corner of my room,
But at the end of the day,
Little did I know,
That you'd let me go.
You put me in this pile,
Tell me you're leaving for a while,
So I stay up and wait,
Watch the changing of the date,
Till you returned,
Bearing a surprise,
That day I learned,
Much to my demise,
I was an object of lust,
Just another particle of dust.
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