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Jun 2017
We all leave each other
one way another.
One door out,
an exit some live to see.
Parting lovers
fall to pieces
and with broken hearts
learn to live in grief
while others leave
buried underneath
large patches of dirt.
Thus, in timeโ€™s passing
we live to see
all the memories
of those whoโ€™ve left
fade to the fatigue of
our tiny existence.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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