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Sunday, June 2, 2013

Gone With The Wind



I wish you were a stain
but you are so easily changed.
Like a spineless feather
the wind blows you away.
Falling down like snowflakes
when I needed you to stay.
I swim upstream
and you are gone with the tide.
I learn that people never change
they just learn how to hide.

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