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Aug 2013
I have a weird look on my face
and everything aches a bit.
I remember those days
as you remember light
when you are consumed in darkness.

Animated, a world away
untouchable in it's shimmering glory
Our days.


n.v.
Your pillow still smells like you
and that weird chinese shampoo you used to use
But that's okay,
because it's you
nv
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