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Dec 2013
He can't hear the droplets
of my lonesome tears
the cracking in my voice
through faded earsΒ 

He can't envision my pain
this life of grim skies
when he chose to be blind
with faded eyesΒ 

He can't make me feel
when hands no longer clutchΒ 
our lips lost from one another
this faded touch

He can't disentangle our past
set free the memory of
what would always be
a faded love.
Written by
Melissa June  Ontario, Canada
(Ontario, Canada)   
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