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anamnesis

March 24, 2009
By Alicia Exley BRONZE, Bozeman, Montana
Alicia Exley BRONZE, Bozeman, Montana
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I can't say
that I don't miss you
when the cold comes around.
I can't say
I don't remember
how warm it was in your arms.
I can't say
I don't keep falling
back into the flames
of the fire in your eyes
every time you said my name.
I can't say
I didn't love you
though I never told you so.
I can't say
I didn't kiss you
underneath the falling snow.
Yeah when the cold comes around
all I remember is your warmth;
until I remember how you left me
hanging there, without a chance.


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on Apr. 4 2009 at 2:55 pm
(=amanda=) GOLD, Somerset, Ohio
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i really like this poem, good rhythm and i love the repetition.



please look at some of my work =)



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