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May 2017
I miss your smile so desp'rately;
I miss your eyes unbearably.
Your voice was just so dear to me.
oh what I am to do.

the spark of joy I long to be.
an understanding, realistically;
time marches on and ages me.
oh what am I to do.
Johanna
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