The Players Game
Its sunny
But snow is on the ground
And I have something
A friend of yours found.
Something bitter and sweet
But all the same.
He told me
Why you no longer speak my name.
You don't need to take my letters
Or my advice.
Just know I'm missing you
And I'm playing nice.
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