2011

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2011

You came back to me.

We did all the things we did before.

We walked to the park.

We told secrets.

We laughed.

My love was free.

My Leah had broken free.

I saw my loves face.

Happy.

We sat in the old apple tree.

The one I could climb now.

Your hair flowed down to your waist again.

Golden and free.

You looked at me differently though.

With your beautiful blue eyes.

Not just as a friend.

That apple tree was where I first kissed you.

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