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Jun 2013
Sometimes, out of the blue,
I think of you.
Our time is done,
We had our fun.
I am slowly moving on,
The spark we had is gone.
You left my thoughts,
Whether you like it or not.
But sometimes, out of the blue,
I think of you.
About the great times we had,
And I can't help but feel sad.

One day, I won't feel that way.
Shelby Azilda
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Shelby Azilda
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