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Nov 2011
The next time we see each other,
                                we'll be smiling.
                                                        ­      And happy,
that there are others to fill the void, created by
     embarrassment
               and
                    pain.

And while we avoid eye-contact.
And ask our acquaintance-esque questions.
We'll momentarily wonder why we don't see more of each other.

Then happily walk our separate ways.
Shanekwa
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Shanekwa
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   spysgrandson and serah
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