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7h
One by one
the list gets longer.
Promises of friendship
turn into nothing more than tourism.
The word "goodbye"
has built a permanent home
On the tip of my tongue.
But despite the familiarity,
It still leaves me with a bitter taste in my mouth.
Will it always be like this?
Cleaning up my drafts
Phia
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Phia  25/F/In My Own World
(25/F/In My Own World)   
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   Liana and Peter Garrett
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