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Aug 2018
He still herd her sing
when their song came on,
3 years gone
When he looked over at the passenger seat he could still picture her hair
flowing in the breeze
as she smiled back at him
3 years gone.
Time doesn't heal wounds,
it helps you cope with them
Like a cut you watch bleed
Till it scabs but never heals
3 years gone
She told him never forget the music
He replies your the only melody I listen to
He still herd her sing
When their song came on...
3 years gone.
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
(25/M/Kalamazoo)   
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