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Nov 21
Every moment we had shared
And every moment we had not
Hit me like a train
As your eyes met mine again.

Taller, slimmer, happier than I recalled.
A stranger from a recurring dream.

A funny thing
To see you again.

A terrible thing
To lose you again.
Michelle
Written by
Michelle  England
(England)   
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