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Nov 2011
You grow up farther away,
From the truth of,
Our youth.
In the form of morning,
You approach me as if,
There was something to say.
But you always walk away.
Nothing else can see you,
In the light that I do.
But you press on,
As if you never knew my name.
Remember me,
When you're old and grey.
Remember me as if I stayed the same.
Alexis
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Alexis  30/F/Michigan
(30/F/Michigan)   
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   Clinton Stremme and victoria
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