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Men like You

I tried to save him
From the demon I knew I'd be.

He came a little closer,
Claiming his love for me.

But all the men
Who've ever loved me
Have loved but only
For a short time of Spring.

Now in the middle of this storm
When he still hasn't left,
I wonder if he's real
If he isn't a daydream.

For I've heard of men like him
But never really seen one.
I've met men like him before
But only
In my poem.
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