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Jul 2012
In the bitter beginning of our love,
I wet your lips with a sponge.
I laid you down to rest,
for you were so sick, baby.
I let you sleep.

And now,
Beneath your southern sky,
I hope you dream of me.
For you were nothing but
my absolute everything.
River Elise
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River Elise
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