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Mar 2015
I strolled slowly
It was a Sunday
but it was fine.
I was not but it's Sunday.
I needed time.
I stood by your grave
on the Sunday
I wondered why.
I started to cry.
But it is not allowed.
I screamed out loud.
Why did you go
on a Sunday
Why?
Another day
but not Sunday.
Someday it will be my Sunday.
Written by
cheryl love
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