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Jun 2015
The shadows are being swallowed
by the coming light
Today,
you are here before my eyes

Old photographs
that held our smiles
Misty mornings
momentarily losing me and you,
I miss you

So now,
I breathe our memories
I hear our disrupted sighs
I remember, I remember
and I miss you
This is what happens when you listen to melancholic folk music
epictails
Written by
epictails  Manila
(Manila)   
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