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Rated: E · Poetry · Teen · #993552
What we can't reach.
Then

The days have passed,
and here we lied,
there,
the place you held me cold,
the days can tell,
as they unfold,
the damage done,
you were my curse,
I'd loved those dreams,
those days,
And you've pushed me,
So what I see now,
is only your face,
and who I was,
then.
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