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Nov 2014
Neither of us spoke of it.
Neither of us will speak.

Anyone can be a stranger,
but no one can stir this ship.

A fragile line is drawn across from us
with enamel paint in it.

It's easy to say it's over
but it's difficult to believe.

When I gave my love to you
It was something for you to keep,
gwyneth jacob
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