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Mar 2018
I wish it was so,
How you want it to go,
How you wanted everything to be.
But we now realize,
Under the guard of our guise,
That would be foolish for us to see.
Time has its place
As we search to displace;
Past fears haunt present reality.
We heal, we repair
Because we both care
Beyond all immortality.
Written by
James Falkener  60/M/Canada
(60/M/Canada)   
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