The gorge swallowed the line, and left the rest,
We ran across slippery rock, and climbed over moss,
Where sticks are swept, and solar orbs are lost,
I remember the smells, dry grass and wattles,
Like a message scribbled, lets put our memories in bottles,
Cork the top and we'll save them, for years to come,
Where I can sit with you, and drink them up,
I miss our laughs and living carefree,
I miss you like you miss me.
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