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Jan 2015
One day,
You won't hear from me.
I won't say hello.
I won't say goodbye.

On that day,
I'll look at you.
and I'll look away.

My hands will slip from yours.
and on that day, I'll hope.
I'll hope that you'll grab my wrist,
Pull me up,
&
save me.
Mika
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