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Aug 2014
No, you believed, and maybe the heavens heard.
The wind blasted in just as I feared,

And swept her away, away from you and me
She is gone from us, towards beyond what the eye can see
people say poetic things when you least expect them to
Issa
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Issa  Yerevan
(Yerevan)   
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