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Dec 2011
the smoke that drifts
from lips once kissed
spirals and twists
your eyes are missed
my heart, it lifts
til you dismissed
and caused these rifts
my love, away you ******
lover's hands turned to fists
Ben
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Ben  in my mind
(in my mind)   
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