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The evening after I read your obituary,you crawled into bed with me. Your spirit did not muss the sheetsor bend the mattress. Your voice could have been the breeze,but the breeze never tells me to eat more avocados. In your sleepy whisper you recite the lord’s prayer,but change father to sister. Your last goodnight is […]

via University Girlfriend — Umflop!