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Jun 2010
I need to get out of this house
These walls, they speak your name
The floor, furniture, and all
The past is stuck in place here

When the past is so far gone
And I don’t recall it,
This place reminds me of you
The walls, the floor, the ring by my door…
about the one i loved the most.
Shelby Lynn
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