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Nov 2011
Evade my memories, you never will,
no longer do I see
the ***** of your nose,
the arch of your brows,
the curl of your lashes.
Feel your lips, I do,
see your eyes, I may,
but your face, evades me so.
From green to orange,
The snow, it drowns,
Life comes around.
Four times, this pattern,
Evade my memories, you never will
Feel your grasp, I do
Taste your words, I may
still, your love, evades me so.
From green to orange,
The snow, it drowns,
Life comes around
Five times this pattern,
Evade my memories, you never will.
Written by
Julie S
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