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Dec 2013
i haven't seen You
spoken to You
or heard from You
for so long that i cannot possibly count the days

but that doesn't mean you are gone
You left your presence running
through my veins
and i can still feel your hand
against mine if i try hard enough

You sneak your way into the music
blasting in my headphones
while i am alone on a Friday night
and during long drives through my hometown
memories of you flood my mind.

if only i could keep driving until i reached You,
and together return to the life i once knew.
lauren rose
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lauren rose
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