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Nov 2013
Inside of every person is a ticking bomb
It doesn't make noise, but you can see its toll
Although the detonation time varies
Before it explodes, you're calm
There is no time to take a stroll
Last time to drop what you carry
Loving words fill the air
Regrets disappear
One final view
Empty chair
My dear,
Where are
You?  

m.h.
Miranda
Written by
Miranda  F/Georgia, U.S.
(F/Georgia, U.S.)   
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   MKJ
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