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Sep 2012
Today
I thought of you
but didn't remember how your face looks
I used to know each crevice and dip in your body
like the back of my hand
the scent of your skin
the warmth of your touch
your voice
they're starting to fade
I'm starting to forget
I'm sorry
Tru Baker
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