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Dec 2011
I'm going away, but I wish I could stay.
Will you remember me when I'm not here to remind you?

We've not been friends long and our bond blooms strong,
So much yet to say and see and think and feel together.

These things don't happen often, will you stay to soften
The blows as life goes on?

I'm going away but our friendship doesn't have to.
Marguerite Christine
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