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Sep 2012
I don't want to forget
even though it hurts.

I love that I still remember
every word you said, and the
distinct aroma of your skin.

I think that forgetting
would be even worse.

Trying to move on is weakening me
to the width of a thread. But at least
I remember the curve to your grin.
Written by
Cece  F
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