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Maybe It Was Me

Natalie I met you near the sea
And walked with you and me
To a cliff of concrete, under the sun setting
Where we drank
And talked of fears and dreams
Little eyes like coal and your sincerely
Is what I remember most

You would laugh sometimes
As if given permission
The sound escaping in waves and joining the ether where it belonged
But sometimes
When you laughed
You threw your head back with a grin of gay abandon
Maybe it was the Sake
Or maybe it was Me
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