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Feb 2014
right now,
if someone were to ask me,
"what is he to you?"
i wouldn't know what to say.

because i don't know what you are to me.
and i feel us drifting apart every second.

but 4 months ago,
if someone were to ask me,
"what is he to you?"
i would know exactly what to say.

d.l.b.
Diana Bloom
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Diana Bloom  Fredericksburg, VA
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