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Jul 2016
I miss you and the bridges we built, even when your ghost
whispers, how are you
I remember the weekend we found bones in the ground
you told me to roll up my sleeves, this is no small discovery
we dug till midnight
mile after mile it seemed, though it was merely meters
oh boy, you exclaimed, we've hit the bottom
and that was similar to our adieu

-c.j.
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