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Jan 2015
It's been months since I've seen that beautiful smile, makes me gasp, reminiscing about your hugging and teasing
loving and squeezing.
Searching for the one that you loved.
But now all that I am is shoved to the back of your head.
Now, hatred,disgust and that feeling of loss of trust.
I am waiting for that day until you realize
yesterday is dead;
I shed a tear
but eventually you will remember that that California bed that we once lied in will come back.

But not after that lying, mistrust and lost of integrity that I regretfully placed upon thee
I was the puff to your high, the Cheech to my Chong.
The lazy days the way you looked at me,
tears running down my face simultaneously.
The touch is gone, the feelings moved on.
I've made mistakes in the past
I want to believe I still got a reason.
All I want to do it make it last,
but so long
it's all in the past.
Honna Root
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Honna Root  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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   Thomas Conlan
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