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gt Jan 2015
Some scars are not seen,
They’re felt.
gt Jan 2015
As I listened
to the lapping
of the gentle waves
against the shore with
the falling sky
above my head
my mind keeps wandering
back to you,
thinking how it would be like
if it was just
me and you

— The End —