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Sep 2013
To think that you might be leaving, I can't help sadness.
It's a tsunami-sized wave that I can't stop.
I suppose, in a way, I would have preferred for us to have never met.
However, because we did meet and because I felt more alive than I have in days, weeks, months, years...
Because I shared my soul with you and you had open arms to embrace it.
Because your passion shines and exudes through your words and your chords and your kiss, I can't help sadness.
Erica Winter
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Erica Winter  Maryland
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