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Jan 2018
& so
now~i~know
just _ how _ much
imeantto
you;
what all /of /those
late nights
& hours-on-the
phone
{were};
how you fell
aSLeeP in my
^arms^
& how you
held. my. hand.
[it's nothing]
It. Never.
Was.
TreadingWater
Written by
TreadingWater  CA
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