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Mar 3
Before you left,
I was a paradise,
A magical land of prosper and beauty.
When you left,
The rains stopped coming,
All the magic dried up to sandstone.
Then you came back,
With a river running wide,
Eroding the armored stone of my heart.
I prefer the sequel
Abbott J Hardison
Written by
Abbott J Hardison  14/M/Rochester NY
(14/M/Rochester NY)   
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     Sammy and Druzzayne Rika
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