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I knew her when She learned her letters; She liked me too. We shared a tent; Followed the sparks fading in the full moon's face. Draped water over our skins at midnight. She bickered with her mother, Whom she mothered today. She once had a mole Only we two knew. I knew her then. That's the fact of it. She rebelled, Then surpassed naysayers and detractors. I knew her, then. Got to know her at her best- A sharer, and keeper, One who wasn't one to rest. I knew her without discretion; Like when she partied at Mardi Gras, Wearing string-beads, blowing saxes, Something she never spoke of. Then, this cannot be her. I knew her, and, I didn't know.
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
I Knew Her
I knew her when She learned her letters; She liked me too. We shared a tent; Followed the sparks fading in the full moon's face. Draped water over our skins at midnight. She bickered with her mother, Whom she mothered today. She once had a mole Only we two knew. I knew her then. That's the fact of it. She rebelled, Then surpassed naysayers and detractors. I knew her, then. Got to know her at her best- A sharer, and keeper, One who wasn't one to rest. I knew her without discretion; Like when she partied at Mardi Gras, Wearing string-beads, blowing saxes, Something she never spoke of. Then, this cannot be her. I knew her, and, I didn't know.
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
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