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May 2016
I wasn't sure I'd
be here now
where May meets me with a
heavy handed
clasp of the
hand

They say it's only
time
it will
go on, but
every day, it
starts so
slowly and
the night time
goes so
fast

I never thought I'd
be here now

waiting for July.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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