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Mar 2015
Perhaps you took it with you when you went away maybe it slipped into your bags your pockets your hands or maybe I forgot it, lost in your distractions, maybe I just left it lying there, unknowingly, maybe it just never was... But I felt that maybe, there was that something, there was ... that, and it didn't go away when you left. It lingers now, burning holes in my heart, my soul, my mind, my inspiration.....
Laurel Leaves
Written by
Laurel Leaves  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Akira Chinen
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