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Saturday, March 24, 2007

The Past Is Gone

I remember every time you
wore perfume you smelt
like flowers.

During the years we had
arguments, tears, and happiness.

Realizing that you’re gone
really hurts me inside.
Realizing that the past is
gone!
lisa parks
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Aldo Kraas 24 March 2007
This poem is sad But well written
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