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Aug 2013
there are two full cycles of the seasons
and three summers
between us
i'd like to think that when i see you,
there won't be silence
but i have learned from the second spring
that there will be nothing but
a hello, how are you
or a when did you get into town?
to commemorate the winter
we spent together
two full cycles of the seasons ago.
and it never will be.
hkr
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hkr  the city
(the city)   
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