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Aug 3
If I could have
Just one last dance.
To laugh in awe
Of your youthful prance.
Around we go
Like a merry-go-round,
Our joyous breaths
Blocking the sound.
And we live,
And give.
Every moment of us
We never hid.
For each other,
We built a home.

But alas,
We're older.

And now alone.
Chelsea Quigley
Written by
Chelsea Quigley  21/F/Waterford
(21/F/Waterford)   
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