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Jan 2013
You gave me the house.
Left me with so many ghosts
I can't stand it.
The photos which collected dust
bring fresh floods.
The master bedroom echoes
with the sound of the love made there.
Your forgotten things
make me pause and remember
better days.
Days spent in the comfort of your presence.
Nights curled up at your side.
Now the silence grates the ears,
fingers stretch across emptiness,
missed moments wail,
and tears fall.
Written by
Amanda Edens  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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   Glayz Welch
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