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in the shutter of my camera. in all the worn holes in my cardigans. in the smell of your cooking. in the sound of cutting strawberries. in the turning pages of all the anthologies. in the broken windows. in the crumbled sheets. in all the songs I hear. in the place where you used to sleep.
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May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 9:13 AM UTC
I feel you
in the shutter of my camera. in all the worn holes in my cardigans. in the smell of your cooking. in the sound of cutting strawberries. in the turning pages of all the anthologies. in the broken windows. in the crumbled sheets. in all the songs I hear. in the place where you used to sleep.
emma-zanzibar
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May 8, 2011
May 8, 2011 at 9:13 AM UTC
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