The past

Sun, 02/23/2014 - 19:55 -- Hskye
All these pictures stare me in the face
It’s nothing like your embrace
I just wish there was a trace of you
To show, to stand to prove
That you existed, that you
Weren’t fiction
That my convictions were more than transitions away from you


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