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Jan 2015
Her
Where did i go wrong,
I asked
She said "nothing."
Time,
Days,
Hours,
Minutes...
Passed
Messages sent
No answer
Calls: Voicemail.
Remembering
Her bright black hair.
Sweet
As she is.
Her smile; as bright as the morning light rises
Is this payback?
A question and an answer
All I need
From Her.
Written by
Alex
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