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May 2015
The fire that burnt you
is burning us too.
I thought you'd rise from the ashes
like your tattoo suggested you would.
But instead
we are left with said ashes,
Unable to move on,
though we know we should.
Life is more boring without you, my friend.
We all miss you.
Kelly Hogan
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Kelly Hogan  32/F/WA
(32/F/WA)   
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