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Bleurose Feb 2019
I couldn't hold your hand in mine, nor were you physical or even ours to have.

Your smile lit up every room with gentle, mischievous moonlight.

I was less alone but now you're gone from our sight and we have nothing but crumbs to love you with.
All of the love, all of the love as we stood, tall, together.

Friday 13th July 2018

I miss you.


I miss you Molly. I really do.

— The End —