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Jul 2012
Swallowing my pride, opening closed doors.
Remembering the days that you would call me yours.
Words I'd lost in space and time,
Come floating back into my mind.
The times we laughed, and times we cried,
The day you came and said you'd lied.
Like every thing we'd known before, this too came to an end.
Maybe someday soon to you, this letter I will send.
Heather Anne Cramer
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Heather Anne Cramer
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