We use to talk the talk by each others side,
use to walk those walks in each other confide.
Now my hand it's empty without your fingers,
your scent, you're nowhere yet it lingers.
Now I cry.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2026 08:05
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Comments1
That's too sad to like.
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