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Time’s Gone Bye

Her brown skin is smooth as silk
Or so I’ve been told
Oh, how the days grow old
My plans with her have been bilked
Moreover my thoughts just fold
She’s gone, I’m sold
I wish I talked to her more
I wish we made a true connection
I’m obsessed with her complexion
Years I have seen her; only four
So scared of rejection
Why would I win this election?
Though this is not a vote I’m sure
God, point me in the right direction
I need to move past this section of life
If she was wife would depression cure?
Who knows-if only I wasn’t insecure.
Written by Solsist
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