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What could have been Doesn’t fit into What was What could have been Has lips That kiss me on the forehead After a night out What could have been Writes pages and pages About what it felt like And ignites them With the flame from last night’s candle What could have been Downs that cup of tea Because there’s just not enough Time. What could have been Has roots deep in the ground. They’ve been there since birth And refuse to break loose What could have been Listens to a borrowed record Which skips now In the first few moments of the ****** What could have been Remembers It cannot be.
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Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 9:14 PM UTC
What cannot be.
What could have been Doesn’t fit into What was What could have been Has lips That kiss me on the forehead After a night out What could have been Writes pages and pages About what it felt like And ignites them With the flame from last night’s candle What could have been Downs that cup of tea Because there’s just not enough Time. What could have been Has roots deep in the ground. They’ve been there since birth And refuse to break loose What could have been Listens to a borrowed record Which skips now In the first few moments of the ****** What could have been Remembers It cannot be.
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susanne
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 9:14 PM UTC
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