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A twilight gathering of four.
Birthday salutations and years wished many more.
Perhaps forced frivolity has become too much a chore.
Perhaps it’s just too painful when she knows there’ll be no more.
For she listens to them talking but she just stares at the floor.

And she whispers, as they are standing at the door,
“Please don’t come to see me any more.”

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