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Jun 2023
where are you running to?
what are you running from?
why are you running?
are we yet to begin or are we all done?

i pretend that you're gone
just to get through my day

i pick the daisies from my lawn,
he forgets me, he forgets me not
just to get by, darling tell me this isn't the only way?
DElizabeth
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DElizabeth  F/mi
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