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Apr 2019
I remember why it hurts so bad.
The moments from the past, felt stronger then than anything now.
The emotion flowed like a river in a stream that was flooding.
Now I walk through their dried up beds and wonder what they were.
Every once and a while I get pulled down by a flash flood,
But nothing will compare to the old water line.
Written by
Hunter Green  In the Moonlit Evergreen
(In the Moonlit Evergreen)   
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