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Jan 2020
I shake time's hands
for having met you.
Then, spit in their face
for taking you away.  
Sometimes a good pair
of headphones stays around
longer than a friend.
they come and go like the seasons
Written by
Espresso manic  M/Somewhere
(M/Somewhere)   
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