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Aug 9
Once was but not now.
The interest has left both of us.
What was?
Isn't there.
So why not accept it time to move on?

Why pretend before friends?
That was good in the beginning.
Is the same in the end.
Time brings about changes.

And growth does too.
Once was, isn't now.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
63
   old poet MK
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