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May 2014 · 273
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Linds May 2014
When you touched me I could feel mountains form and spirits realse. I felt lights ignite and I felt at home.
But it must not have been the same for you
Because one night you left
And the mountains eroded, spirits dissappeared, I watched slowly as the light faded out.
~LB

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