lost friend
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The dark green leaves swaying above us, as the wind softly blows.
The water ripples, making soft lapping sounds at the shore.
The geese puff up their feathers, squawking and flapping wildly.
I use to stay up
until quarter after 2
in the morning
just to make sure
you made it home
I use to hold
your hand
during the scary part of the movie
so you would know
