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Jun 2015
The wind carried your voice
The lovely scent of your hair
The sound of your heartbeat
The breathe of your gentle existence
But after the wind's gone
All that's left are memories
The day carries on
And you'll always be
*Unobtainable Perfection
Old High School poems
11.17.2010
(My first poem to my first love)
GfS
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GfS
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