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I didn’t notice it at first Because after you walked out of my life It took me a few moments To discover the new ache in my heart and the incurable weariness in my bones Remnants of the bruising love we shared I think it was supposed to be a reassurance that you left a piece of yourself behind But really it was just a reminder that you left.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
Sillage (n): the scented trail left by perfume, from the French word for 'wake'
I didn’t notice it at first Because after you walked out of my life It took me a few moments To discover the new ache in my heart and the incurable weariness in my bones Remnants of the bruising love we shared I think it was supposed to be a reassurance that you left a piece of yourself behind But really it was just a reminder that you left.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
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