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Mar 2015
We will forget the times I breathed your name into the sky
and made it rain.

The thought of you will become a ***** verse in the anthology of
apologies I figured in my sleep.

I will forget the touch of your skin
in the way you forgot how to love.
16/11/14
rained-on parade
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rained-on parade  Sheffield, England
(Sheffield, England)   
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