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Nov 2012
I fumbled my hands

And listened

And I hung up

And I cried for a while

And a while

And a while

Thinking about you

And feeling

Sins pouring through

My eyes

And god that guilt

And how I

Love(d) you

And that fact

Almost kills me too

Some nights
Written by
Mary
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