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Sep 2016
Eyes like headlights over every rise of the road

You were a sound I'd never heard before;
loud where others stayed quiet

Now I'm remembering what I fell for, why
I let you crawl inside my heart, and who I
left buried beneath my skin

This isn't you. I wish it was.
ej
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