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May 2010
what am I to do
with all these feelings I have left
I got them for you
but they never reached their best

our love began
but it didn't last
I tried to forget
but it remains in my past

I sometimes see your face
in windows and open doors
and I am reminded
that I was once yours

and as I sit here
alone with your picture in my hand
I feel you slip away
like fingers through the sand
Marco Jimenez
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