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Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Convenient Standby

Life is too short
to dwell in the past
or even the future

But I can't help
but ponder the small things
that mean a lot
in the moment

You say you love me
then why don't I ever
come first?

Why am I brushed aside
as if I'm merely
a convenience?

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