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Sep 2016
4:55AM
the keyboard grows heavy under my
fingertips.
with each stroke,
the past grows,
the future recedes.
soon i will be dust
and no one will ever know
how much you meant to me.
CB Hooper
Written by
CB Hooper  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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