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Five years is an awfully short time to spend with someone you thought was a part of your stomach - the skin in your throat, the folds of your kneecaps You couldn't imagine shaking them from your fingertips, not in a million lifetimes But instead, it only took one; not as brief as a mayfly but as not as long as a bird soars If you ask me, we were cut down too soon but hung on too long - I'd have kept hanging, too, if only the branch weren't gone.
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
ephemeral