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Aug 2013
I can't remember how to say
Everything that's in my head
The words that I believe by day
Slip through the cracks when I lay in bed
They sit on the tip of my tongue
But dance away before they are formed
Gone, before it has even begun
As if from my mouth they were torn
Past, deceased, die
Come from my lips as if there is a bond
But I....
Gone
Robb
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Robb
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