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Aug 18
As the night greets
My memories rush in

What seem like a life time ago
Feels like just yesterday
Our last goodbye
Not a final one, but still

When I was
All you thought about
Dreamed about
When I was, enough

These days
You prefer
My silent presence
And that's what will remain

I don't need
... silence
I love words
Pretty ones too
Written by
Ally  45/F/South Africa
(45/F/South Africa)   
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