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Aug 2014
I said hello and it was returned
Almost stone cold
Places are the same where me meet up
Somethings diffent, but will not change

Flowers refuse to sway your touch
Glance at me, but I'll never see
Epitaph on a cool spring day
Meets a smile, to fade away

I'll see you at home, to my reply
You never left me, I'll never die
Written by
PB Ward
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