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My former Blood

When I'm in a room with no open doors/windows and you feel a breeze I know your there.
When I'm all alone and there is a noise with no discernible source I know you watch.
You aren't here anymore and I miss you. I try to justify that you are still with me. I know, that you are gone, but I try to hold on to the fragments of you that remain.
You were once my blood but now you aren't I remember you and I'm sure you show the same courtesy to me. But your gone and I miss you.

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LexusMarie said...
today at 11:21 pm:
I love this so much more than I could begin to describe.
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