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Pining On A Saturday Afternoon

Did I tell you
the moment in
which I first
began to miss
you?

How could I?

You were miles away.

Did I have the
chance to show
you the pangs
of this wanting
heart?

How could I?

You were fast asleep,

and I was pining on
a Saturday afternoon.

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