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Jun 2015
The last time we were together,
I was sleep
my arms wrapped around your chest
holding you close
and not wanting to let you go.

That was before your flight to the United States
And you woke me up with a kiss.

At 2:37 last night,
I was haunted by the thought
that you are no longer the same person
who will wake me up with a kiss
before his flight to the United States.
To those who have loved and who have lost,
remember that life goes on.
Lacus Crystalthorn
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Lacus Crystalthorn
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   Ariel Baptista
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