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a poem about the ghosts of New Years past

The girl and this love


The first girl they ever kissed touched their lips on new years eve
The longest realtionship they ever had will hold their hand tonight
The first girl was soft and small
This love was tall and kind
This love can lift mountains.
This love plays music
This love becomes soft and small
The girl can charm cats
The girl throws sticks in the air
The girl puts up a wall
This love will be here tonight, and so will the girl.
Each reminding me of time
Each reminding me to listen loud and sit tall.
Each reminding me to ring in the year
With a colorful bow and a humble ask for help

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