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May 2012
Sometimes lies seem to linger,
I cannot help but wonder what was true.
I traced your outline with my fingers,
where has my sanity gone?

I hope you forgive,
my reckless heart.
I hope you live,
without the regrets I face.

What was your name?
All I can picture is your hands.
I wallow in shame,
these problems I create.
Anamarie
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