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Jan 2012
Rain blurs my vision like tears
       or maybe they are tears
    who knows
            at this point
    who cares
            not you

I only wish it was
            you
  wish you loved me
           like you did

I remember the day
          the secret love
   the trust.
Ginger Gray
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