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Dec 2012
We don't see each other often. Often times its after months on end.
And we don't know each other like we used to...
but when we're together, we're still together. And we love each other like tomorrow is the last day on earth and probably we'll never see each other again.
Then tomorrow comes, and then tomorrow.
And then it seems like yesterday.
And that's history.
Ayaba Babe
Written by
Ayaba Babe  Fort Lauderdale
(Fort Lauderdale)   
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