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Apr 2013
There's people in this world that wrinkle your mind.
They talk, or smile, or watch the world with eyes
that clutch at the vague belief making up a soul,
and they redefine the way you blunder through life.

They stain your memory and when they leave,
as it seems precious things always do,
you're left all alone, hands burning,
with a feeling that time has indeed
slipped through your fingers.
Seriously, no clue what to title it.
Edit: Thanks for the suggestion!
Lauren Christina Pearson
Written by
Lauren Christina Pearson  Saint Charles, MO
(Saint Charles, MO)   
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