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To Erica

Time crumbles over the years, eroding

under the weight of "I should have been

theres", and "backwhens", and "I miss

yous". And, as it erodes, it leaves the

bittersweet smell of what was, complete

with a little taste of memory on the back

of your tongue that will never quite go away...

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Written by
jon-martin
American
Published
Dec 10, 2013
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Apparently, I wrote this in my sleep. I hate it when I do that.

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