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Every time I see you,
I think it's probably the last.
Every time.
I tell myself to just enjoy
now,
be glad for the time you choose to share.
I remind myself that nothing lasts forever.
But I feel
tenuous,
temporary,
and I hate it that it would be so
very,
very
easy
for you to just not answer
my knock at your
window.
Deb Plantagenet
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