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I turn
And watch them go
Not a wave
Not a word

Past smiles
Sustain me
Loathe moments as these
I bleed

Alone I stand
The day
To see them again

Like sheets of paper
I fold in
Hoping to trap something of old
To behold...

Nothing's there
It's cold
Just air
Within each arm-fold

Unfinished business keeps
me at bay
Till Time bids me
Wait up for me

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It`s nostalgiac

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