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by dokurtybitz

Parting,
A sorrow not sweet,
Melancholic
Even knowing
I’ll see her again,
Minutes fly by
One by one


As I repeatedly look
At the clock.
Gentle hugs,
Without and from
Within,
Sustain me through
The impending
Separation.

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