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DaysI miss the days when we could talk,
Two musicians playing in harmony.
Words fell backwards and forwards like swings ,
Our laughter equal in pitch, and ideas burning with creativity
Up and up and up.
I miss the days when we could talk,
When you read my heart out of mere trust.
I miss the days when we could create worlds from the ashes
of the nights that descended on us like the drowsiness that comes
from staying up late and studying all night long.
Or procrastinating. Take your pick.
I miss the days before I was nothing,
When you said my name first,
because I'm hardly an initiator,
and when we could talk for hours on end without
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More