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Aug 2018
An off-kilter picnic table,
Bringing out the memories all of us had.
Laughing about her,
Joking about them,
And avoiding him.
The only mention of us out of my ear’s reach.
Even though we sway and prance around his seemingly elusive name
I'm still overwhelmed with sweet happiness.
At least we still have the memories.
At least
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  18/F/Getting There
(18/F/Getting There)   
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