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Mar 2015
Now you greet me
now you don’t
our friendship went up in smoke
I see almost every day
you never care to do, or say
you walk right by
without a glance
I see you look
at the opposite wall
just in order to avoid me
whether lunchroom, class, or hall
I see you laugh
your group of friends
yet I still try
to make amends
I watch you speak
with some of my mates
and feel myself shiver
I still won't hate
no matter all the hurt, or the tears
I still will love you
for many years
I see you glance
then look away
my eyes tear up
because I know
that it just might stay this way.
Porter Olsson
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Porter Olsson  U.S.A.
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