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Oct 2014
She had called but two days ago
Before the season changed and summer did go
With it the warmest days my skin could know
The freshest airs the wind would blow.

It was then, I knew it true
Beyond this season was worse to ensue
Farewell to the warmest days we both knew.
When she called, I already knew.
JRC
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