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Jul 2013
I don't miss you
but sometimes there's a whisper of you
in the way she smiled
or the way he laughed
you'll dance through a dream
for only a moment
to smell your cologne
and remember your face
but before i can even start to think
just maybe you miss me
the whispers fade away
then i remember
i don't miss you
Wilted Seaweed
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Wilted Seaweed  Utah
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