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Apr 2018
The wind smelled of her hair that day, a world far less perfect without her. I began to find her in everything, the rain, the stars, the trees, the moon. It all whispered her name. For that moment the flaming memory of her wrapped itself around the universe, speaking to me in the language of ghosts.  

She has no idea how beautiful it is to love her from a distance.
Written by
Jerimiah  19/M/New York
(19/M/New York)   
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