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Dec 2021
she is on a plane now.
the void you've left is now filled with memory:

I think about when we met, out there in the cold,
walking in circles beside each other.
I was trying to be brave but you spoke first.
"Hello."
And then you looked at me and smiled
and my heart imploded.
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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