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Published: Jul 28, 2013

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the ghost of your fingers
still dance over my chest

and I do believe I've begun
to fall, fall, fall in love.

because I woke up last night
looked for you by my side
felt my heart sink,
as I saw you weren't there
yet you seem to be everywhere
that girl smells like you
that song is one you love
that child has eyes like yours
like the ocean
like the sky
like the memory of our yesterday.

I could lose you today
and I will cry and miss you so
I could lose you when we're grey
but I'll take you with me when I go
In a soft leather box
housing your letters and your loves
and your sorrows and your highs above.

and i could never leave your side
without losing
a part
of
me.

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