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May 2017

Your soul was beautiful

and I still believe it is

But you became like everyone else when you changed

You left behind your youth in the last house we shared

Left behind because you didn't have enough space for it in London

Perhaps.

But it hasn't left you

In sporadic moments

The child within you visits, and arrives to greet us both

And yet,

The visit never lasted long.

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