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Oct 2014
i don't remember your voice anymore
i never hear it
i hear his. on the phone at 1 am
whispering goodnigt to me

i don't remember your hair
i never see it
i see his. i pull it and tuck it
as he kisses me deeply

i don't remember your eyes
i'll never look into them again
instead i'll look into his
deep blue and like a thousand stars

i don't remember your house
i never visit
you moved anyway
so does that even matter

i remember your favourite song
it's mine too
but i try to forget as i recieve a text from him
"ever heard of this artist?"

i don't remember the smell of your perfume
you're so far away
i remember his
it's stuck in my bedding

i don't remember you
you're gone. you've left
he's here. he's right here
so why the hell is this about you
they say the first cut is the deepest
emma
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emma  denmark
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