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Mar 2012
Tumbling down,
smiles flipped to frowns.
Coming through,
trying to find you.

The one I want to hear,
so please don't disappear.
Needing to be here,
to make things clear.

Having you here is all I ask,
so come and save me at last.
Nicole Williamson
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