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I try,
a hint of good bye:
I knew this day would come, but why?
A kiss
not a “hit or miss.”
One that lingers long, then a sigh.
A friend.
Not just now and then,
but one who stays through thick and thin.
A life,
with no hint of strife,
yet one in which we try to win.
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