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Jun 2013
Not everything should be kept.
Bottled up,
Forgotten.
It's only going to be okay
In your thoughts,
Your hopes.
But someday...
Someday soon,
You'll crash.
I only hope you'll tell me
When you do.
Ill be there.
Even if you don't want me,
I will.
The New Kestrel
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The New Kestrel
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   --- and Anna
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