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Jan 2018
On the days I am choked with your memory,
When the good times returned to me so fleetingly,
I allow myself to feel your presence around me again.
I breathe in the memory before exhaling it possibly the fastest I can.
Thinking of you is like a slippery *****.
I have wiled our days away in my memory.
So, let's just make you a memory, my dearest.
Eliz
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Eliz  18/F
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