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Mar 2014
The first time
you held my hand
was on that ledge
before we jumped

a memory etched
like the cloud we said
looked like chimpanzees
playing cymbals

you freed my heart
that day
when you held me
under the waterfall

I should have kissed you
But you beat me to it
Rational Daisies
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