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Your Words

Your words mean nothing to me anymore;
They've torn open my heart.
The fine lines I read now
Are just memories in the distant past.
A storm rolls in
Your words are struck by lightening
And pushes around by the thunder.
The storm clears
It's a beautiful sight
Your words are gone
Just like a shooting star at night..



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