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Dec 2014
I write so that maybe
Just Maybe
she will one day read this.

I write so that this feeling might
pass.

I'll never see her again.

To my disillusion
I hope
That one day I might see her face again.

To glance at beauty, perfection,
an Angel sent to me.

I'm not a man of destiny.
I never believed that fate decides our
outcome
until
I met you
To Angel...The one that got away
Reuben Groenewald
Written by
Reuben Groenewald
344
   --- and Michael Humbert
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