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Jan 2013
That amber ember
Makes me want to stay in this room,
But I have to go, because it's
The smell of your perfume
A whisper through the trees,
A sigh from my bruised
And ****** please.
The holes in my shoes
Are from miles of trying to get away
From you.
But you're just a long-distance ghost,
The one, my only, the woman I loved most.
David
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David
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