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By Rhetoric Date: 2002 Jan 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.03.16.29.24391]] |
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Take it from me; take it all. Leave me no heart to bear or song to sing. Remove every last sentiment of a love worth saving. Seize each whisper that was delivered in love. Steal the trappings displayed on my wall. Standing, accepting my fate. I have only what is remains in my soul to cherish. I have distant memories of a love that was my life. I have the scent of your mouth pressed to my lips. I have a thousand nights spent looking into your eyes. I have the notion of you, they way I want you to be. Every moment saved in a teardrop. |