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Sep 2016
If I want to see her.
I look up at the moon and close my eyes.
If I want to smell her.
I sit down wind of the lilacs up on the hill.
If I want to feel her.
I step out into the sun after a rain storm.
If I want to hear her voice.
I read the words she's left behind.
Written by
Jamison Bell
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