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Sep 2013
someday it will happen .
someday we will hike
to the spot where you carved our initials in the decaying wood
and you will remind me of the promise you had made to me that day
that we would go there together
and you would never let me slip through your fingers
like the dirt under our feet
and i just really hope that the promise you made to me will be kept
because i'm not very tenacious
and i can't go on without you
and i hope i never have to
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   Liam, Marieta Maglas and Timothy
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