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Oct 2013
the sheen in your eyes
when you looked at me
was gone

you no longer cared
when I talked about
the things I loved

your touches became cold
and I started to freeze
even while under your blankets

my voice became a whisper
and I got lost
in the wind
Samantha Steele
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Samantha Steele  The Dirty South
(The Dirty South)   
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