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Apr 2014
I wish I had something poetic
to describe the physical ache in my chest
when I think back to when our fingers would entwine
the same way our bodies would,
or the way your eyes gleamed with such passion
when talking about something you love.
And it hurts
knowing I remember so much,
and you remember so little
if any at all.
i dont know and if this is worth the time to be read or not but yeah my feelings basically
Madison Green
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