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Jan 2012
I can’t recall what the food tasted like.
The words you said, I’m not sure I’m understanding them right.
My hand is reaching up and stroking your hair,
As you gaze into my eyes with a crooked grin.
Everything is in slow motion, I can’t quite believe
Everything is alright,
But it is,
It is.
Written by
Blake Bumpus
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