Day Eleven

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Me and you.
You and me.
That's how it's been since we've met.
Now it is,
Just me and you,
You and me.
No one but me has come to visit you.
Your parents are to grief stricken to even think of you.
I think they're going to move soon.
You and me,
Me and you.
None of your friends have shown.
Nobody has shown.
Me and you,
You and me,
'Till the end.

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