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Submitted:May 20, 2007    Reads: 101    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

These days

Those days

Most days

Your words play

My mind strays

I hope you never leave

The spot that you occupy

But eventually you must

And fly away

Then, I could not survive

Another day

I'm afraid


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