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Jan 2016
I miss the times you would sit with me on
my bed and we would share every tragedy in our day.
You were not one to defend anyone but tell me I was more than a victim but a dear friend of yours.
Time went on and you narrowed your focus to something else.
You are now gone and I am lost.
Come back to me.
You are one who carries true
Sympathy.
Luna Casablanca
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Luna Casablanca
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