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Mar 2014
I can taste the sandwiches
Filled with sand
I can smell the house
That I called home for a short time
The sound of the ocean outside of the window
The touch of sheets that lulled me to sleep

And your voice echoing through all of the memories.
Savannah Charlish ©
Savannah Charlish
Written by
Savannah Charlish  20/F/Portland, OR
(20/F/Portland, OR)   
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