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Aug 2010
I wasn’t great, but I was at least.
And at that, I was something.

Allowing you to have your fun
making time for games,
But ready when play is done
To call you by New names.

Hear me listen
Touching feelings
Watch me see,
Leader kneeling.
This is one of the poems they’ll read at my memorial.
If they ever find it.
Written by
kj foster
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   Emilie
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