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Feb 2010
God I hope she knows
She remembers,
running away, she was my
girl. all mine.
We were caught red handed,
The world called our bluff
it backed both of us down,
this time you didn't want my love,
protection in the night
the Dark cold
can she feel it now?
or is she relieved. probably both.
distractions seep into the mind and
with the ever constant time bliping our
meaning into a distorted grasp.
We have love.  At least I do, She
does too, I think
I breath
short
I'm not ready to die
quite yet, i need her
to know, to feel, to share with me
on this grain as we plummet through the
cosmos and time,
Together.
Written by
Connor Dalton
711
     Diane and D Conors
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