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May 2016
almost forgotten,
until you check your pockets,
until you feel the paper's edges against your finger tips,
almost forgotten,
until you remember the feeling it gave you,
until you think about the tingling sensation it left,
almost forgotten,
until you touch your lips with a memory of her touch,
until you wake up craving her words and touch.
summer
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summer  16/F
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