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December


It’s the first of December 

The month where it all began, 

The beginning, And the end. 

The month when you told me 

you loved me. 

And the month you ended things. 

So here we are again, 

the third time 

in the month of December. 

I’m waiting to see 

what the story will be. 

So I can determine...well, 

If we are meant to be.

December//adaly 

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