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March 27, 2008

wash away.

I have tried to train myself to not miss him when he is gone. That way, when he is gone forever, I will be okay.

But he makes a print on my lips each time I go.

He leaves a trail in my memory that keeps me coming back.

When he is gone,

gone to stay,

maybe enough tears would wash it away.

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