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Aug 2013
Sad
We were both sad.
Mine left,
His stayed.
He left,
I stayed.
Years and
years went by
I stayed here.
He left me,
I didn't follow.
Later
So much later
I saw him again.
He didn't age a day,
Still the same,
From all those years ago.
Still the same
From the day
The sadness won.
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   Becca DeMateo
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