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Dec 2017
It took me a while to realize,
The blur of of your lines.
Took me longer to see,
What wasn't meant to be.

You say you're busy,
Caught up in some bizarre frenzy,
Have people waiting,
And tasks piling,
But each time you move away,
I breathe heavily in dismay.
Written by
deadwood
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