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Jul 2012
You will come back to me,

But I won’t be around.

You’ll look for where I’ve been,

And they’ll tell you

“She’s nowhere to be found.”

You’ll look on my old streetcorner,

But blackness is all you will find.

You had me, you lost me, I am an imagination of your mind.
Pauline Marie
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