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Her

By , Alta Loma, CA
I want to move on
but first I must hear
that the one i thought i loved
will never come near

Perhaps i made it all up
a figment
a dream
a reanactment
of what will never be seen

the thoughts
the reminder
ill never find her

ive given up
its time is up





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