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Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

Our love once smelled new Blossomed with life, grew in time Like flowers at noon I miss you Chula, You left me without a word Hurricanes come fast I once overheard “If you bow at all, bow low.” Our leaf flew from branch Death would be softer Without you I am not whole Snow covers my heart

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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