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Mar 2018
the morning i left when you were still
sleeping but i woke up early to watch the
sun rise and wash the palm trees every color you ever
loved and when the wind blew it whispered through the
palm leaves and the
ivy vines and the
old wood that it was going
to miss me too
for the childhood home i grew up in and the friends i loved in it
Written by
nxch
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