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Aug 2014
What if the lines around her eyes made a maze?
What if the secrets that never seemed to phase her really hit her where it hurt
What if she cared the whole time, but didn't trust herself in what words she might find
I miss it
The life we could have had
I miss dreaming about that
But it's patience and understanding I lacked
And even more than that?
I didn't realize it till long after the fact
And if it wasn't too late and too little I would come to your door
Hands and knees
If it wasn't for that
I would be begging please
But instead I'm here
Biting my tounge
Hoping that nothing heals like time
William Thomas Lodge III
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William Thomas Lodge III  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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   --- and Madie Hanson
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