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By distant moon Date: 2008 Sep 06 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.06.12.54.14770]] |
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In the moment when you passed and I was there, your scent it lingered near and so unfair sleepless nights await me for my life ...who, were you dear, that night? I blame you every day for the wake you left near me gliding in those jeans so innocently; but I don't know where I stand in your most vague memories, but in my mind still saying, ...who, were you dear, that day? |