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Mar 2015
when you lie
in your death bed
and the dreamcatcher
danced its solo
song

I told you that I'd be ok
even when
you were gone

But I only said it
because I had to
give permission
for you to
go

There are too many birthday cards
Christmas cards
letters carried in the snow
to be ok
in any way
and you will
never know.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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