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Feb 2015
We were walking, talking and listening
to the sound of saltwater crushing up
the stones and shells
making them blank and bright.
These sentences you wrote on paper ere meant for me,
but I found them crumpled in the bin.
Heartbroken and brokenhearted you were no longer "him".
Written by
Sophia Edens  Hanoi, Vietnam
(Hanoi, Vietnam)   
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