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The world keeps turning.
Even as your hearts breaking.
No stops to get off.
Calandar pages,
turn as the seasons change.
May, December love.
Pen says to paper.
While you lie there Ike a rug,
I pour my heart out.
I can feel my heart.
Feels like you have shaken me,
stirred up old feelings.
Words cannot translate
All the gratitude I feel,
written on my face
Foresight comes and goes
But when I see your dear face,
It's in my future.
In my lonely world.
You found all the good in me.
The future unfurled.
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