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  • Writer's pictureMartin Wardley

Only one

There were always two of you

But now when we converse

I am the one to chose

And until my days are few

There will only be one

Of you

And I will strive relentlessly

For there to be exclusively

Only ever one

Of me

17th July 2021

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