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Mar 2016
The echoes of our laughter,
our love,
hit me as
your eyes flicker,
waver,
shift to the side.
You don't want to leave, but you're gone.
Erin Halle
Written by
Erin Halle  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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   Jacob, Aeerdna and Rapunzoll
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