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Sep 2012
Mud smeared faces
Leave behind the traces
Of something you can't see

Have you seen the way
He looks at you
When no one's looking at me?

I've got an empty place
Inside the space
That used to fill my mind

Her greatest fear
Is that I haven't gone
Far enough to lose fear at all

Did he miss the chance
To pull you through
The things I have mistaken?

Here it is there it goes
On and on forever
On and on all but wasted
Liz Anne
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