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Remembering MAG

October 30, 2012
By xtelleste BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
xtelleste BRONZE, Brooklyn, New York
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I blind myself to see you
Your striking eyes
Your sweet lips
Your strong arms.

I shut myself in my quiet room to hear
Nothing but your soft, caressing words
Your incomparable promises
Your melodious laugh.

I can't stop thinking about you.

But I don't want to remember
Your irritated gaze
Your tight lips
Or your arms that left me.

I don't want to remember
Your deceitful words
Your broken promises
Or your bitter laugh.

I don't want to remember you.



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