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I saw life in her glazed emerald eyes
Gazing back at me
She spoke through them
Spilling her secrets
Resting her broken heart for a while
Nostalgia ridden thoughts of you
Run through my conflicted mind
What path they lead is a mystery
Waiting to be solved
But how -
How do I contain such heavy thoughts
Weighing down my dreams
Get lost in me
Or pass me a knife
To cut out the memories

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