the morning brought us back to hear her laugh, a song we can only hear through each other now. In our minds, love will live in thrift store dresses and green flip-flops In stage makeup and a poets smile Love will live through our eyes and through our hands as her laugh whispers in our ear to continue on her song by singing for each otherBirth sign: Libra
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