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by rebecca-maxine

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
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Mar 18, 2014
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