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I was not the kind of person who remembered details Summer nothings, like who gave the first rose to whom or Winter's trivia did I kiss you or did you kiss me and did the mistletoe have anything to do with it? What I clearly recall is your face the day you left me I've filled pages with regret over your hurts and my own Turns out I'm the kind of person who starts to remember once the roses and the kisses are gone.
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 12:33 AM UTC
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I was not the kind of person who remembered details Summer nothings, like who gave the first rose to whom or Winter's trivia did I kiss you or did you kiss me and did the mistletoe have anything to do with it? What I clearly recall is your face the day you left me I've filled pages with regret over your hurts and my own Turns out I'm the kind of person who starts to remember once the roses and the kisses are gone.
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wendy-dewitt
American
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 12:33 AM UTC
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