Acknowledged

We were lying in the aftermath
Left us standing by the fall
Memory fails me, the way you laugh
Numbers do not count at all

Sometimes people are what they are not
Next to nothing everything is such contrast
Remember how we flew apart having a blast
Still thinking of you so thanks a lot
Funny how one never knows, are you laughing last



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-05-26 at 10:59

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