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Jun 2014
i was just outside
smoking a cigarette
in my usual little spot
when i could've sworn
the scent of your skin
had just fluttered right
past me too fast for
me to catch it and
all i could think was
that it is just like you
to stop by, then leave
before i knew you were
even there in the first place
moments like these are the worst part of missing you. not painful enough to cry over it, too depressing to do anything but close my eyes and sigh.
circus clown
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circus clown  TX
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