Bittersweet

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Glancing at your face,
my daily grace.
Fingers under that lace,
my nightly place.

You took me for granted,
over time.
Making me feel unwanted,
your only crime.

All I ask for,
is to be embraced
Well before
I'm permanently replaced.

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