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Jun 2015
My heart starts to ache when I see you
the only evidence of your existence is the pictures we kept in frames and hearts
An impact greater than you'll ever know
Because dead people know nothing at all
I want to remember the sound of your voice and beautiful veins
But all I can think of is your silence therefore I speak to my heart and create answers on my own.
Written: June 7. - 2015
Clindballe
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Clindballe  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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     Danny Mak, Cecilie Andersen, mzwai, --- and Rapunzoll
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