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Feb 2018
He grabbed my hand,
And whispered “run”.
I followed throughout the land,
Always having fun.

I’ll never forget his face,
Even as it will change.
He is in love with space,
And his large heart is rather strange.

My best friend was always found in him
But then he was different
Life became quite grim
I didn’t understand what he meant.

Things between us became strained
But then I realized my mistake.
I may have felt pained
But then I accepted her as not a fake.
Written by
Alyssa  F/Wisconsin
(F/Wisconsin)   
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