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brooklyn locke Jun 2014
Goodbye, dear troubled soul.
I guess we won't meet again
for fate tore us apart
and did not ask for pardon.

I'll miss you, darling, and
I love you more each day but
our stars do not align,
we won’t ever be as one.

I’ll see you where time doesn't tick
If I ever need help
I’ll talk to the star that
you claimed in heavens sky.

— The End —