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Jan 2018
When I close my eyes,
I can almost imagine,
And I almost believe
My sweet, sad lies.
I can tell myself
It’s all a dream,
And he’ll be here
Beside me again.
April
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April  19/F/Virginia
(19/F/Virginia)   
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