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DAFFODIL BELOVED
When you told me you thought you were dying
You grabbed my hand in desperation almost crying
You took me outside alone to tell me ..
I asked your reasons you couldn't tell me
I looked at you why were you shaking
You told me some things that didnt seem to fit
You confessed you had a habit but still that wasn't it
You repeated to me "im dying "
As I write this I'm crying
And this is over t...
Wednesday 21st July 2021 1:14 am
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