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Apr 2015
Closer to being right here
than cast out of memory
the scent of early summer
brought you back.
There among the tombstones
a small resurrection.
"Love never dies" you said
"but lies here waiting".
It's too soon to mourn
for what we've never lost.
Written by
   SamanthaW and ---
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