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Mar 2018
Weeks had passed.
Cloudy days had gone.
Snows had fallen and melting.

A new day is coming.

The sun is peaking,
And I'm still missing something.

Another day must come,
And I'm still searching.

Unlikely, delusional that YOU will still be around.
From weeks until now, I know that You are gone.
Kris Balubar
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Kris Balubar  33/F/NY
(33/F/NY)   
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