LIKE THE STAINING FROM THE INK THAT RUNS ACROSS MY PAGES
THESE HALF SMILES BARELY MANAGED TELL A TALE ALL OF THEIR OWN
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NEVER KNOWING WHEN OR HOW IT WAS YOU FADED FROM YOUR OWN REFLECTION ~ THE WORDS THAT YOU ARE THINKING SOMEHOW HAVE ALL BEEN SPOKEN AND Y...
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