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Daniella Anthony Mar 2012
when you touch the soft bark of a fallen tree.
                Do you think of me ?
when you sit by the sea, and trace the sand.
                 Do you think of me ?
Does the setting sun remind you of the days
we spent hiding beneath the covers ?
The night's bright and the stars ; they sing.
i misplaced my semicolon for you.
Did you even notice ?
Does it even bother you that i still
love you.
Can you hear me now .
Because when i see that fallen tree i think of you.
My fingerprints in the sand, draw your features.
The fading light from the sun, oh how it saddens me,
oh how it reminds me.
I am sad; do you even notice ?

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