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Jan 12 · 55
James Cavet Jan 12
You had a condition
and nothing seemed
particular in the way
you spoke
but ever so often,
I would think about
what you said,
in dreams,
because in reality,
we never spoke.
In reality,
your laugh,
my laugh;
let's all have a good
laugh about it now,
while it's still warm.
the air will **** the
life from you and there
will be no more smiles
to give away like candy.
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