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Dear My Friend...


Dear my friend...

Oh my dear friend if I hadn't waited until the very end.

I would have said, oh the things I would have said before you were dead.

Vanished, gone, forever undone.

You left too fast, without a warning

not letting our thoughts last, just left us to our mourning.

We wanted to express to you we care,

for those are the only words you needed, to hang on,

when you were barely there. 

 

-LML

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