Learning To Be
Monday, August 25, 2014
Gone
Every night the last thing I'll see is your jewelry box.
Every morning the first thing I'll see is your jewelry box.
And in between, in my mind I'll see your jewelry box.
You made my 18th absolutely spectacular. I love you. Thank you.
You're gone now. But we will always be together.
-Beaskie
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