The art of loosing isn’t hard to master
So many things seem filled with the intent to be lost
that there is no lost is no disaster
Loose something every day
Except the fluster of lost door keys
I lost two cities, two rivers two continents
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster
Even loosing you the joking voice
The gesture I love
I shouldn’t have lied
Its evident the art of loosing isn’t too hard to master
Though it may look like disaster
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