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Jan 2017
Was it me, you?
I could not know.  

As you sit by the veranda, I watched us fall down feet from each other
Years ago, our legs were entangled.

A choice made, that would change my life
Moving, living, and being together - then, nothing planned.
And now we don't see our plans as one,
And who could say what made that happen...
When someone is becoming more distant from you and there is nothing to truly pin point why the relationship has slowly drifted away.
Leila Valencia
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Leila Valencia
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