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Mar 2014
Your voice, it resonates inside me
Your touch, my skin can feel that sensation
The way your eyelids blink, I can remember
The way your coat moved about you, I like to think of it

Your mouth curved into a slight smile, and my mind won't forget
"Your smell, it fills my soul" and I cannot forget those words
What is today and what is tomorrow?
They do not matter for me

This forlorn girl
Rebecca Maxine
Written by
Rebecca Maxine  Eugene, OR
(Eugene, OR)   
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