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Bea Lastly May 2015
My lips were pressed together

An envelope was clasped in my hand

Your hair was glowing in the sun

A smile laced upon your face

I'd give anything to save you

You'd do anything to keep me away

You were here, then you were not

Everything I ever had was blown away by the wind that blew that day.

— The End —