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Feb 2015
Your eyes are the colour of my tea
when I've forgotten about it for hours.
When I find it, I end up not even wanting to drink it, but I do, because it's there and I'm here.
I don't think this makes any sense at all but I guess that why I'll always try to reheat you; us. Because you're there, and I'm here.
But don't think we'll ever be the same.
Bunnie the Mouse
Written by
Bunnie the Mouse  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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