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Jun 2015
I keep our memories
Locked in a box,
Hidden in my mind.

Like you keep
Your love for me,
Hidden in your heart.

She's not me,
But neither am I
Without the piece
You took from me.

We never fished
Our puzzle;

We never finished
Our story.

Our love ended;
It wasn't tragic,
It wasn't a blessing.
Leah Marie
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Leah Marie
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   Shanath and Cecil Miller
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