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Oct 2021
You
When I tell you I cry I say my friends
But I do not cry for them
I cry because of you
I cry because of the conversations we shared,
those memories and words
I cry happy tears, remembering the sound of the swings,
and the bounce of the basketball
Happiness withers into regret, into sadness,
into you
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unknown artist  13/Neither/Santa Fe, NM
(13/Neither/Santa Fe, NM)   
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