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Saturday, December 18, 2010

Listen

Your number curls and fades as it hangs upon my wall
Like the love we had soon it will disintegrate
I try so hard to hang on to what not there
The beauty of your smile
The warm smell of your hair
They linger with me and will never leave
Now i walk forever alone
Thinking why did you leave?

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