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She wore a dress the color of old photographs;

The kind that knew more about history

Than any pair of eyes ever could.

And I wonder what it was like to be young

And in love at a time when people fell in love

And bombs fell too

out of

the sky

Turning it the color of blood and bashful heartbeats.

Would you ride your bicycle to get to me?

Would you climb up your violet garden trail

To see one last sunset together?

She was like a breath of wind

A whisper

under a cloudless twilight

A silent voice

From a life that was hundreds

Of miles


What are the odds that we would meet?

If you wanted to

where would you like to 5 years from now?

I miss you


We’d never



Why do I only recognize you

As a memory?



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