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Time Heals

He left without another word,
As I stood by and watched him go,
Though why my eyes should be so blurred,
I guess you do not need to know.

These days I sometimes think of him,
Although it is a waste of time,
At least my tears no longer brim,
And dry upon my face as grime.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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