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Aug 2021
When I give up on these keys
the feel of my desk haunts
the tips of my fingers
as they slide along
the small margin
left open
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You know that I'm waiting for you
and I know you won't ever
and this is a pattern
of my hopeless
approach
to heart
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Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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