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Mar 2013
You left my life
as quickly as you came into it.
Fell out of the sky,
and into my lap,
quite literally!
Never before have I
wanted time to stand still,
as much as I did then.
And as the doors slid shut
and you glided away into non-existence,
I sorely wish I'd gotten your number.
Conor Wilson
Written by
Conor Wilson  Cornwall
(Cornwall)   
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