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Aug 2016
I'm going to have to leave my house soon,
I want 'soon' to last forever, but forever wouldn't be enough,
The 'soon' keeps getting closer and I can feel my house slipping from my fingers,
I can feel it slipping into my memory.
Anna McElroy
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Anna McElroy
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