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I still owe you money
I still owe you money from that day
I didn't
need it I had my own
I made up a story
for no reason I lied and you believed me
I still haven't written
I said
I would, you went out of your way
what would I say?
what would I say to you or to a stranger
I stood in the rain
today
holding an apple and my blue folder
watching the window
that I knew your face was behind
as it shrank
into
the horizon lines
you're gone now
I'll probly not see you again but whatever
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