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Apr 2018
your presence feels warm
as the sun

every cloudy day
I'm missing your face

hold hands
sometimes

you're only an echo
in my head

I whisper a flower goodnight
before cutting it apart
its petals kissed gently

the veins in the ocean
twist with mine
eileen
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eileen
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     --- and Stealing Victories
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