every time I find a strand of your hair
I fall to pieces
every time I think of your laugh
I crumble and wither
every time I see your daughters tossing and turning
I ache
because I know they're looking for you
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
every time I find a strand of your hair
I fall to pieces
every time I think of your laugh
I crumble and wither
every time I see your daughters tossing and turning
I ache
because I know they're looking for you
death
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