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May 2015
The moon
Her eyes
Her gaze
The sky

Leather
A hum
Crickets
Fresh air

How is
She here
How did
I find

Her hand
In mine
No more
Goodbyes
Some Person
Written by
Some Person  Midwest
(Midwest)   
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   ---, Cold-Bones, Arlo Disarray and B
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