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You’re such a sight for these sore eyes; the perfect Surprise
One winter evening
Lit-up by ocean filled eyes
I wont forget you
No, I’ll keep you close.
Hoping for a springtime redemption
A new beginning, I suppose?
One that I think of
More often that most
A summer memory, a familiar ghost.
Simple forgetful boast- now here we are.





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