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Apr 18
Mum
I see you with your green stockings
and the long red hair
she remembered, leaving it too late

you know her worst secret,
and the saddest part is that it
no longer matters

life passes
like laughter.
days run from horizon to horizon
time spins delicate threads between two hands

in the photo, the students danced and played for the camera
one heartbreakingly beautiful was you
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Sera  F/Horizon lines
(F/Horizon lines)   
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