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Dec 2014
I wished on every first and fallen star for your existence.
When I had you, I let the starts rest.
When I lost you, I called to them again.
I will wish until the last star burns out, to hold you in my arms once more.
Zoë Westbrooke
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Zoë Westbrooke
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