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Feb 2013
I stopped,
stared...
and tried to remember,
what your mother looked like

Or how I,
had remembered her

It was a long time ago, huh?
we were just babies then
playing house until the sun set

Catching fireflies,
without a care in the world

We didn't know what would come,
for us
and we were too innocent,
to realize
that we had it all.
Liz Devine
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Liz Devine  Brooklyn
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