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Oct 2012
I dreamed that I visited an old loved flame.
I couldn't for the life of me remember his name.
He had a turbo shell, I still don't understand that bit.
I curled up there hoping and wishing that our pieces fit.
What a disaster, you screamed at me through an open window,
Nobody can ever go home again, you said, I know.
I guess this means I miss you.
Paige Prince Stewart
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   Egeria Litha
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