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Mar 2023
I went where we first held hands
I went where we first kissed
I went where we first started to fall

It was nice seeing it again
enjoying the view from above
Smiling at the memories of you

But you are no longer here to hold my hand
No longer to pull me into you
No long to kiss my through out the night

so despite my mind focused
despite my face with a smile
I was crying silently

in front of everyone
for all to see
Writing of the Unknown
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