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Dec 2011
Give me your secrets,
give me your lies.
I'll hide them away
in the back of my mind.

I'll tell you I love you,
you'll tell me the same.
You think it is perfect,
I don't remember your name.

'Cause it all melds together
in one big metal ***,
full of stories and memories,
now just ashes, the lot.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011

Funny how after getting hurt so badly by someone, you're just numb to the next one that comes along.
a kind of nostalgia
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a kind of nostalgia
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