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Nov 2014
i panic
seeing you,
hearing your voice,
feeling your touch;
just when i know,
the eyes deceive,
the ears mock,
the heart lies;
because nothing,
nothing is more cruel
than that,
that could have,
that should have,
that would have,
have been;
if only, if only
we waited,
we stayed,
we fought;
but we didn't,
we didn't.
eb
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