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Aug 2017
You give me distant gazes as though you are looking through me. When I talk in a certain way you don't laugh like you used to. Our special moments seem like we are going through the motions. Just as the seasons change so have you changed to me. More and more you find ways to not see me and when you do it is as if you are not there. I must accept that your heart is gone but your body is still here, so I will have to learn to just let you go.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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     ---, Shang, Book Thief and Weeping willow
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