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Restless

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Leave it up to me to ruin the story.
killing a chance of love,
shooting the dove.
if you rewind the clock of our time,
you'd find a love at it's prime.
perfectly tamed,
i guess i was insane.
his fingers still trace my face.
i pray for the feeling of his wam embrace.
fighting to keep his memory away,
it plagues me as i lay.
maybe if i count the stars,
watch the passing of colorful cars.
the picture in my mind,
will disappear with time.
hopefully i'm not wrong.





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