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Jan 2013
I made a list at the
End of summer
Of the people I could say
Would be here forever

One by one
I crossed them off
Till only two were left

Now I'm in the waiting room
Till the moment the nurse calls my name
Tells me to cross the rest off too

On my own
Angel
Written by
Angel  Buffalo
(Buffalo)   
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