Gone

May 14, 2009
By JenGirl92 BRONZE, Colfax, California
JenGirl92 BRONZE, Colfax, California
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The less I feel your hand in mine,
The less I feel alive.
I try to burn the memories
In order to survive.
Your once warm breath upon my skin
Turns cold as winter air.
Your love has whipped right past me
And it tangles up my hair.


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