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Jun 2014
We walk through this park
We walk through that park.

We talk about your life
We talk about my life.

We spend time enjoying your company
We spend time enjoying mine.

We cherish our time together,
For it is stolen
And all too soon
We have to give it back
And
Relinquish ourselves to the real world.


© Misty Bishop-Martiss
Written by
Iva McCarty  Albuquerque
(Albuquerque)   
356
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