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May 2017

Summer's forgotten what we look like,

Bare knee's, slow walks and berry stained fingers.

Autumn's forgotten what we feel like

How its breeze grazed our cheeks,

arm in arm,

Pressed against each other like a wall of heart.

Winter doesn't need our warmth

To take care of the home that we lived in.

And Spring's welcoming smile looks onto someone else

Deserving of its company.

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