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Jun 2014
im sitting here
staring down the past
waitin for it to flinch
waiting for something to give
waiting to hold her one more time
future keeps slipping away
but im just hanging on to her words she left
hanging on the cold september air
so who you gonna lay bets on
the past changing or me
sitting here in streetlight rain
sitting here in the small light of yesterdays smile
while tommorows slips away
while all my tommorows slip away
mark john junor
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mark john junor  59/M
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