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all my growing up was done with you -
though others came before you,
we grew entwined and now
memory grieves to tear apart these fragile stems,
cut down no longer flowering
it feels like winter in my heart
but i cannot lose my hope in spring.

all my finest days were spent with you
though i am far away now,
i still remember all
the sweetest thoughts and hours strung between us
a strand of pearls unbroken,
till through circumstances torn apart
yet nothing breaks this thing that binds us -

always, always with me.

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