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May 2015
Her voice was music
Ok everything about her was.
The way she moved:
A liquid dance
That slipped through your fingers
On a warm day.

But that's just it
She always slipped away.
Right when you thought
You had a hold of her
She would just be gone.
Kelly Hogan
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Kelly Hogan  31/F/WA
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