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Mar 2013
We sat and talked
Wondering when this dream would end
Going seperate ways
It never occurred to us.
In a matter of time we would be alone.
Like a mustache without a lone gunman,
Completely and utterly alone.
My loves
FrannyFoo
Written by
FrannyFoo  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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