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Jun 2016
(I remember)

Your lips when red,
Your room and its mess,
Your shoulders hung dead,
Your birthday dress -

Our hands together,
Our sleepless nights,
Our plans together,
Our pointless fights.

-Jamie F. Nugent
Jamie F Nugent
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Jamie F Nugent  M/Ireland
(M/Ireland)   
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