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Jun 2015
She saw me on the porch, too afraid to come inside,
and didn't want me standing in the sleet and rain.

Even though I wasn't there.

She thought of me which is nice
because soon she won't know
who I am anymore.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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