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May 2012
I will always remember the sleepless nights.
The sound of rain.
The quiet darkness that waited patiently by my window.
The faint lights that glowed just beyond the curtains.
Everything that was measured in slow steps and soft words.

I’ll remember you most of all.

And though the weird and the wild will take you.
And the surreal and the strange goes on.
There are dreams that will never wake you.
What remains is never gone.
Written by
Anna Christine
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