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Mar 2014
After they are gone
Nothing seem the same anymore
No matter how much you stare at the door
Or adapt your hearing range for that special click
In hope of hearing that crackling tick
The thrilled is gone
~
Now we avoid each other
Like the poisoned pawn
Once he was a rock
in my golden pond
Dark n Beautiful
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Dark n Beautiful  New York
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