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Apr 2016
Today, you didn't appear.
For the life of me,
or death
I could not stand the fear.

You had staggered away.
Even after I may, or may not
have wanted you to stay.
Did my words wind up lost in translation,
still- I begged for swift emancipation.

Perhaps I fret too much.
"I" lacking your loving touch.
for we are not "We"
Just You an'                                                               Just me.

Today you didn't appear.
You were not present, i wondered and wrote.
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
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