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Apr 2017
Just in case this all falls through
And one of us can or cannot be
Exactly who we wish to be
Would you remember me as I am right now?
And I'll remember you like this
As the girl of dreams
Mixed with the memory of *what could've been
Sometimes... These things just crop up. No clue where they come from.
Colm
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Colm
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