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May 2012
Here,
Take this,
It's the last thing,
I have left of you
And I want you to have it,
This memory of us, hiding from the world together,
Free and forgetting every other trouble we had,
It serves no purpose in this heart anymore,
And I don't think you should forget me again,
So,
Here,
Take it,
It's all I have left.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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