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Jan 2015
We hadn't seen each in years
and then we did
It was like spending the day at the beach
the strong gusts of winds
whispering our secrets
keeping us close
the sun was our leader
showed us just how long we needed to go

and when I had to leave

we said goodbyes'
I never thought
they would be our last ones'

They say you don't have much time
and I can't understand

I can't grasp your hand
andΒ Β can't see your smile
surely this could just be a dream?
April
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April  22/F/NJ
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