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May 2017
how long will i sit
on the shower floor waiting
to be washed clean of the memories

suddenly things are so different
it seems like they've changed changed
overnight
oh, they did

the sun went down and by the time
it came up, you wanted
nothing to do with me

oh sweet memories
i danced on you care under the moon
you said, "i love you"

you spoke too soon.
vivianne
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vivianne  america
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     Lior Gavra and Mary-Rose H
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