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Jan 2015
Your memory lurks in the songs that I can’t listen to anymore.
You find your way into my head
every night when I lay in bed.
I find you in the saddest parts of me,
and you’re infecting the best parts of me .
I can’t find joy without wishing that I could share it with you.
You are killing me,
and we haven’t spoken in months.
Gretchie Speckin
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Gretchie Speckin  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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