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Mar 2019
Your coat in the hallway
A glimpse of your backpack
The way you walk

Little things I see
That draw me to you
Catch my eye

But not your face
Your lips or your eyes
Those I don't see

Not until I sleep
Where your face haunts my dreams
Like the glimpses haunt my days
Written by
Autumn Rose
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   Crazy Diamond Kristy
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