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Oct 2014
I know you forgot my name.
It is not a surprise.
I am not memorable.
How could I resent your nature?
To forget the forgettable.

But someday,
I hope you remember.
For the wallflowers.
I hope you grow bored of your walls.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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