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Jun 2014
The last time I saw you,
you were living off the moon
and over ripe peaches
The last time I saw you,
the mountains echoed
and the northern lights spelled out our names
The last time I saw you,
our hands were full
of each other
The last time I saw you,
I watered your dying flowers
The last time I saw you,
I knew it would be
our last
Written by
lexiberi
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