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Little bird, where have you gone to? Not a trace of your voice. Your turn of face abrupt and painful. Less than strangers now, and in that truth revealed.
I was never anything. You were my only.
Our wants and needs the same yet different. Our time cut short by your self preservation and fear. Left now with only sorrow, and longing.
I am undone.
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