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Dec 2012
To think in just a moments time
A life so sacred won't be mine
Just one small bullet to be the cause
To take away all there joy and flaws
Each moment a gift in the hands of time
To thank for what is mine
Each little gesture
Each simple word
Don't take a life so pure
To think of all the things I've heard
Some memories of mine are slurred
Grasping each second of time
I'll never let go of mine
Just one small bullet to be the cause
Cherish each word, each moment, each flaw.
MaryJane
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MaryJane  America
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