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Jan 2019
Right in the quietest hour of the night...

She wears the jacket he forgot in her room...

Walks to that pond he liked...

...and she dives deep under.

And she stays there searching;

For that tear-drop he leaked and dropped into it

...She needs it...

To erase the ink she tattooed on his heart saying,

"goodbye"
Josh Cooper
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Josh Cooper  M/Malawi, Africa
(M/Malawi, Africa)   
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