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Oct 2015
My shadow painted the room with your memory
I wanted to see it when I turned the lights on
Nobody would know you were there except me
It always made me think maybe you weren’t gone

I can’t think of you in the darkness that still remembers
I need to see the shapes the way they changed every day
You tried to hide around each corner, still I found you
Standing between light and fantasy was the only way

What hurts so much except love cast before you?
Red yellow or orange is all the same to me
But blue and black seem to know best what to do
I don't miss my shadow, just the things I can no longer see
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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