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Dec 2010
leaves fall off the quivering branches
as we lay under them
the ground is moist and so are your lips
the smell of earth surrounds me
a cold wind passed
you hold me tighter and release your warmth onto me
over and over
your mind holds something your heart refuses to accept
but I know
the pain is growing although it is numbed
when it exposes itself, I will not know what to expect
just look me in the eye right now
walk away
and leave me
leave me
you dont even have to speak
I already know

leave me
midnight prague
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midnight prague
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