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Sep 2013
I hope
my face still echoes
in the back of your mind,
behind the curtains of your subconscious.

Even if the pictures are left
in pieces and are fading in white,
please don't let the waters you swim across
wash them away.
Theia Eos
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Theia Eos
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   Emily
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