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Feb 2014
Do you remember me little bug?
I was the one, the one with the small hands
stretching out.
I tried to hold your magic in my palm.
 I was the one that in awe
reached out
But like a snap dragon, 
in a blink, you were gone.
Pulled out, and slightly altered, from one of my other poems
Heather Moon
Written by
Heather Moon  I live On a rock
(I live On a rock)   
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   --- and Jonny Angel
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