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Sep 2012
You left the door wide open;
a chilling breeze replaced your presence.

All that is left is a face
and a name-not even
the sound or tone of your
voice can be remembered.
You left the door wide open;
a thin sheet of glass
separating our worlds.

You left the door wide open;
before you used my
heart as target practise.

You left the door wide open;
making sure none
can take your place.
Axel - Grease
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Axel - Grease
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