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LOSE ME Did you leave through the back door of my life. Nobody asked why. You left because staying was a game for the brave and you preferred to play to lose me. You were ahead, I let you win. You no longer deserve another love poem -at least I repeat it to myself every time I write to you the last one-. I have turned you into verses that many would like to be.