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    Lara, a 16 year-old girl, is coming home from school one day.  

I open the gates

And take a trip down memory lane

Everything’s changed since then

My childhood is gone but not forgotten

I remember riding my bike on the driveway

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our friendship needs no labels; the kind of thing where

we ride back from a college basketball game together

on a bus too bright for March and, 

voice raspy from shouting,

Do you remember

When we were inseparable?

 

Do you remember

When I’d ring your doorbell

And you’d answer?

We were once inseparable

Until oceans came between us