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Oct 2011
I would have liked
a goodbye ****
One last time
to scream your name
and beat your chest,
But like everything else
it was too much to ask.

I laugh now
over how we both knew
That I never would have left,
Because somehow
I’m always falling for
doom and gloom *******

And it’s getting old, fast.
Janelle Flora Viser
Written by
Janelle Flora Viser
     Brooklynn and Janelle Flora Viser
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