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After you died
- Elvira Taku
- Nov 22, 2018
- 1 min read
I grew weary and gray
I strained more and more
to hold on to my memories
as they drift away
Though my body ached
I stood tall
Giraffing
to get one
last
look
before I lose
even the memory
of you too.
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