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A crack in the skin, a bud that wasn’t meant to grow, inside a never ending Spring of a thousand memories of you and me.

A crack in your eye, the things you can not see, only to hold as close as an almost forgotten dream, the words stuck in your throat.

I am here and I have not been anywhere else.

18th February 2012
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