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Feb 2016
I remember the night we had our first fight,
it was like the tide that crashed too high -
         and pulled back only for a little while
until it met the shore, kissed it once more
before the night was over -
it was the storm that somehow brought us closer
Rachel Keating
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Rachel Keating
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