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Nov 2013
It was a cold day
she stood there content in a way
She was wearing a green sweater
in this cold november weather
Once she saw me she smiled
and i just stood there like a drooling child
She was wearing the green sweater that i had lent her
that october was such a blur
She ran over to me
what was up ahead she did not see
The car crashed into her
once again my eyes did blur
Tears burned my eyes
hoping that what i just witnessed were lies
Sam Lauzon
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Sam Lauzon
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