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A sad garden, A shy sunlight, A fearful memory, A loaded vision. A lost lamb, A scared tourist, A broken car, A hopeless mission. Advertisements

I see him

I see him in a window, From a piece of Christmas decoration; Through some leaves and branches, Within the flicker of a newly broken light. Before you left, I left, We left,- Before we ever met. I see him on my pillow, And in the picture in my wallet; Between the pages of my notebook, … Continue reading