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Jan 2013
You left faster than the door
could open from its hinges.
It swung while the scent
of blueberries and milk
and the memories you held
diffused throughout my lonely
room, on my lonely bed
where you had just slept --
where we had slept, but
don't come back.
Danielle Renee
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Danielle Renee
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   brooke and Md HUDA
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