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Aug 2019
I miss the way we used to sit
How you'd fall asleep on my shoulder cold

How you quietly would look at me, and I at you, because we'd know

I miss the everyday secret things
Which we used to do and could've been

With a oneness and once unified breath
I miss these more than anything
Missing miss
Colm
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Colm
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   ---, Gaia and Weeping willow
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