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If I Were Two Faced

Remembering, I see his face
A face freckled by the sun
A face graced by a crooked smile
A face I’d always look to for comfort

Remembering his face I see
How it would light up at the sight of me
And how I knew we were supposed to be
This face means wholeness to me





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