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Poetry News Post #694

Part of a poem for an old friend, that I miss terribly.

Written by: The Anti-Bub Saige O'Lyryus-Kemestar
Date: Monday, December 8th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone


Without you near to me,
I sink down to my knees,
And when it's time, I'll leave,
With my hands still shaking.

My Existance.

Eternally.



Penned by my hand on the 21st of Arios, in the year 116 MA.


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