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Jan 26
There was the time before you. When I was free in my endeavor's.

Then the time during you. When everything became unfathomable. And IΒ Β wanted to spend every waking moment with you.

Then there was the time after you. When? It does not matter, because you are gone.

And I am done.
Nickols
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Nickols
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