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Nov 2011
Who* did you trade me for?
     (Yet you were never quite mine.)
What spurred you to do this?
     (As you stepped across the line.)
Where are you know?
     (Are we thinking the same thing.)
When will you come back?
     (Your absence brings a hollow sting.)

And I would trade these past four questions,
for the answer to but one:
Why did you leave me?
Why did you run?
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