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Aug 2011
What was that in your eyes?
I must be going blind,
For I could not have seen
What I thought I had.
A memory.
Those hands on my thighs.
It must be over now.
That bud that never blossumed
Is now someone else's flower.
Written by
Veronica Baron
627
   ---, Cary Fosback and Samuel
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