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Jan 2015
Counting down the ashes that,
fall off my cigarette,
drinking my whisky,
wishing it was ***.
I can't remember
the last day I met you,
all I can recall
is that we had fun.
You were just a stranger,
until we spent our days together,
you became-
just a friend,
just, everything.

Oh September,
you were my- whole November,
you were my- white December,
my christmas star.
And in February,
I enjoyed the days you gave me,
Then came June, July,
Just you and I.

A bundle of memories,
is all you left me with,
you were my sweet August
under the sun.

All the times we loved and kissed,
even throughout the months we missed,

Just know, my love,
you were the one.
Kaye B Anderson
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Kaye B Anderson
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   Jamie L Cantore
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