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Monday, April 26, 2010


I hate the lingering

It fills spaces in messy rooms and shallow cracks
I get up, I go, I feel, I breath
And then I see something,
Hear something,
And you're right back in front of me.

I use to know you,
I use-to put my hand around the small of your back.
I loved you till my skin burned from heavy tears
Like falling leaves memories are floating away

Slight ache seeping through
Trying to focus on any other will not relieve it.
Everything will be ok...
This too shall pass...

The dark shadow will soon be replaced with sun.
Soft breeze carry these troubles with you
And grant me peace with what is left now.

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