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May 2015
I miss the kisses and long letters
Your sweaters, making me feel like I belonged
I miss our slow dances
The warm bed and glances
I miss the glow
But where did it all go?
Should I believe in second chances?
Or should I begin to grieve
While you leave?
not done
Written by
GGRamone  New York
(New York)   
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