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By LIz Date: 2002 Aug 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.30.15.31.2827]] |
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Nothing hurts as much as watching the back of your head as you walk away, knowing I will see you again, but not in this way and that every time your green, jaded eyes turn my way the smoldering will be pain and not longing. This love will wither choked off at it's root it will fall away like leaves in the fall, casualty of a bitter frost and every year when the wind brings the promise of Autumn I'll remember what it felt like to watch you walk away. |