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Nov 2019
Time that's measured by forgetting you
Is something quite difficult to do.
For days can be years
And months can be seconds
From the day, out of my grip, you flew.
Written by
B Elizabeth G  29/F/Pennsylvania
(29/F/Pennsylvania)   
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