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Apr 2013
So still
I can almost hear
the hands of the clock
painfully fading

and your footfalls,
between us,
slowly stretching away.

Just to let you know,
I will not be here
in case you trail back.

Moving on also exists in my vocabulary.
~Lacus Crystalthorn 2013
Lacus Crystalthorn
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Lacus Crystalthorn
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