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Feb 2012
I miss the way you walk, with such careful long strides,
I miss your catalogue of laughs and your tireless smile.
I miss our breath combining like tiny wisps of smoke,
I miss your sense of humor, and I miss your sense of style.
Sidd Kingsley
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Sidd Kingsley
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   Eunice
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