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Nov 2015
Maybe I loved you, maybe I didn’t. Maybe I love you, maybe I don’t. Our memories bear teardrops that plunge into my concurring smile. Our short lived affinity, whatever it was, lurks behind me like a shadow. Attached to me, but nevertheless, a stranger that only appears when everything in the world is bright.
Justine Muriel
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Justine Muriel  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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