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Aug 2011
Your name is everwhere
on every page, which
my hands have met
on the walls and ceiling
behind my eyes

Now i see, you have left me
but the love of
my hands
has not gone

The memories
have etched themselves
on every line
I am unable
to turn the page
Written by
Jo Phillips
877
   Heather Weeks
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