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Oct 2010
You crept up on me
So many years ago
At seventeen we had no idea
At seventeen, you never know
You've littered my mind,
Leaving more than a footprint
But the timing is always so wrong
The timing -- it never fits
Trapped three thousand years away from another
I feel like we may never know
What we never knew at seventeen
When we met so many years ago
Jessica Rojan
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