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Feb 2013
My eyes are closed and I see you smiling
at me.
The sun is over your left shoulder and I
am smiling back at you.
One hand on the wheel and the other
in my lap.
This is the last time I can remember being
happy,
I did not know that I would leave your side
crushed, like the stubs of your cigarettes
and I am lost,
I am lost without you.
Jett
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Jett  US
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   Julia
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