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Moving Day

We felt almost alive

On the off chance we were dying

If I said I never loved you

We both know I’d be lying

We always looked unclear

On days we lived together

While actors played our parts

They saw each dirty pleasure

With no time left to move

We sauntered in the sun

Two statues out of place

Stone faced we turned to dust

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