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Oct 2015
Candles lit, I sit in a familiar place.
She walks slow, step by step, with a strong dash of grace.
The lights are off through the room, dimly lit faces.
Not my family, just thoughts in trance for many days.

One hundred billion stars light the cake.
Matthew Rousseau
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Matthew Rousseau  22/M/Massachusetts
(22/M/Massachusetts)   
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