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May 2017
Every knock, every call,
When I think I see you passing by,
Every guy, short or tall.
I thought I saw you the other night.
When I woke, from my dreams,
You never left this life,
Then I wept, when I woke
I had to tell you Goodbye.
Written by
Jordon Rivir  28/F/Baltimore
(28/F/Baltimore)   
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