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Oct 2016
Your presence once a welcome occurrence,
has come to pass like the ocean currents.
It was always bound to end like this,
the delicate balance had to shift.

I no longer feel the warmth in your smile,
the color in your cheeks was not caused by me.
I though maybe I should just wait a while,
and then I'll surely be able to let my emotions free.
Eliza Fairchild
Written by
Eliza Fairchild  Ithaca
(Ithaca)   
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