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little girls grow up who once reached for the birds singing in the trees now she is one of them, the uncatchable song i knew you as an awkward, silly, pudgy thing but death changes people and makes them more beautiful - too many lose brothers.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
in memorial of a memory
little girls grow up who once reached for the birds singing in the trees now she is one of them, the uncatchable song i knew you as an awkward, silly, pudgy thing but death changes people and makes them more beautiful - too many lose brothers.
for shae, in memory of kyle.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
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