she was not the first, nor was she the last
songs they play remind me of
her smile, her laugh, her tears
and sleeping on her borrowed bed.
passing lights from neighbors we didn't know
would find their way into our room
and paint her in tiger stripes
i wonder if she ever knew?
we cast away the little things
tattered toys and things of youth
books we've
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I'm so glad you are my friend.
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speaking of carving, i've been actually working on a slate medallion to give you in play with a stylized sun on it. granted i'll be missing this month's event, but eh, its for a good cause. namely work and money. ;)
it makes me happy you've kept some of my work and they bring good memories to you.
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