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The fold of her shirt That look in her eyes Will stay with me long after she’s gone The sound of her voice And the touch of her skin Crumpled paper on the floor The blanket tossed aside The window open wide Tenderness How soft her skin Wanting nothing more than to just hold her the emptiness inside the vastness of this room how can it be so cold? there is nothing here now yet it all lingers on it reminds me of the past and her smile is still there Back |