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i think about it sometimes when the sky is dark grey
or when my toes are cold
and i often wonder what occupied that space before-
we had always agreed that you had seen it first
i remember the way you grabbed my hand
the way your eyes opened and closed
almost as if you were in slow motion
that was the last time i saw you smile-
or when my toes are cold
and i often wonder what occupied that space before-
we had always agreed that you had seen it first
i remember the way you grabbed my hand
the way your eyes opened and closed
almost as if you were in slow motion
that was the last time i saw you smile-
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