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May 2015
My pen is running out of ink
I guess I don't have much time to think
there is so much I wish to say
but all these things are in my way
I think back to that summer night
just before we had the fight
it was so perfect then and there
a perfect moment that we shared
things got rocky at the end
but you said we'd still be friends
you and I know what that means
it doesn't call for a pretty scene
all the damage has been done
at least we had those nights of fun.
dang. my poetry is always so sad. I wonder why?
Sabrina
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