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Jan 2017
The last time your hand was in mine, do you remember?,
Kissed your lips and watched you walk away, that night in September,
You got on the train going South, I was going West,
So deep in love, that feeling was the best,
That spark was so bright, glowing like an ember,
Who knew how cold it would get in December?,
I was strong for the longest, pretending was my mistake,
You can bend pretty far but at some point you're bound to break,
I've always been a fighter, so I will wait,
Until it is time, for our fate.
Kathy
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Kathy  29/F/Texas
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