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Aug 2017
I write them in my journal
I write them on my walls and furniture
I write them on the whiteboards and chalkboards
I write them on the streets in chalk
I type them on my computer
Words are what you used to speak to me
They are what you used to tell me you love me
They are what you used to tell me you miss me
They are what you didn't say when you left
He came back to just leave again
Elle H
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