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Jul 2016
Pretty bird...
We said it every night.
It was supposed to work.
Keep you close.
Just another folk tale.
You used to laugh at me,
Tell me folk tales was magic lost and forgotten.
I laughed...said you needed a reality check,
That life had a way of cracking rose colored glasses.
Wish I'd been wrong Hales.
Remember the folk tale about the ocean and the stars?
I hope that one's true.
I got a minute to find out now....
Another month..
It's getting real babe.
The tremors are worse.
I won't be able to hide much longer.
You're not here Hales.
You were supposed to be.
Another folk tale I guess?
Just like pretty bird.
His Gweniverre
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His Gweniverre
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