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Glancing back, Anxious to catch a final glimpse The frost glittering thick On the pavement The walk 'home' is haunted now The patch of lavender So brightly scented in summer Withered to grey skeletons You let me hold your hand again Raven wings of shining hair Still soft to my fingers I can still ward off your tears But words hang like spectres Between us It makes me ache.
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Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
The Crossroads
Glancing back, Anxious to catch a final glimpse The frost glittering thick On the pavement The walk 'home' is haunted now The patch of lavender So brightly scented in summer Withered to grey skeletons You let me hold your hand again Raven wings of shining hair Still soft to my fingers I can still ward off your tears But words hang like spectres Between us It makes me ache.
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Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
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