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Sep 2018
When we first said
“Hello”
I didn’t know
what it would grow into.

I didn’t know
your eyes would become my favorite
shade of blue
your laugh would become my favorite
scratchy old record
your arms would become my favorite
place to escape to.

When we first said
“Hello”
I didn’t know
that you would become
my hardest
“Goodbye.”
Rosie
Written by
Rosie  24/F/amongst the clouds
(24/F/amongst the clouds)   
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   George and Christos Victor
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