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Aug 2015
Thanks for calling me a friend,
Thanks for wanting to see me around and hear my thoughts,
I'm sorry I forgot to mention how pretty blue your eyes are,
or were at least.
You're a ghost of what I always wanted and I let you slip through,
Now I'm just covered in the remains of your ectoplasm,
Olive
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