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Remembrance
Friendships fade.
 Hands part.
 Rowboats separate, 
 Sailing independent
 of each other.
 The ocean of life 
 becoming wider,
 more inhospitable.
 I have lost so
 many
 friends, 
 losing touch as we 
 chose separate paths,
 separate journeys.
 Yet, the memories...
 I will always have
 the Jewel-like 
 memories.
 Every last one,
 opalescent within
 my hands.

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I'm going to run out of ways to thank you :)
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