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Jasmine Sand Aug 2012
Even though the grass is green,
And the sky is blue,
Doesn't mean my heart is red.
I smile and look happy,
But am I really happy?
My heart is blue, with all the tears
Dripping on it from missing you.
I'm only really happy when you are near me,
Holding me close, not wanting to let go,
Don't let go!
For I am afraid I'll lose you,
And never see your face again.
I wrote this a few years back..

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