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Dec 2016
The moon shines
Upon my skin.
Kisses my soul triggering
Memories we had;
Talking until the sun kisses the moon
Until haggard is our middle names
In the morning.
Now I wish we can still
Put haggard in our names
For now I'm only consumed
By the whorling memories
Frozen in time plummeting my heart.
Cherish everyone who you loved because losing them is hard
Cara May
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Cara May
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   Max Vale, Glass, --- and Keith Wilson
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