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Feb 2019
Every hour that first day
Every day that next week
Once a week the month of September
Now once a month I cry

I hope you never cried for me
You asked me to say goodbye
I hope you’ve never known such joy

To the love that I let die
A personal departure from Zen.
ZenOfferings
Written by
ZenOfferings  St. Louis, Missouri
(St. Louis, Missouri)   
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