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May 2016
82 weeks after.

I sit alone and look
At a picture of us from the
Day we first met
Happenstance that it was
Even captured.

I sit alone and wonder
About my life
Had that picture never
Been captured.

But that isn't how
Life works
Is it?
RIH
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RIH
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