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Nov 2017
seven hundred and thirty days
since I last saw your perfect teeth
and heard your musical laugh.
seven hundred and thirty days
since you combed through your hair
and got ready to start the day.
seven hundred and thirty days
is such a long time.
but its felt like so much longer
since you were not here to
experience those
seven hundred and thirty days.
Rest in  peace, TJ.  Sep 1, 1999- Nov 7, 2015
some sort of tragedy
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some sort of tragedy  21/F/Iowa
(21/F/Iowa)   
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