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Monday, October 11, 2010
recall
Sometimes, even now,
I look at pictures of you.
See what you’re doing,
smile when you’re mentioned;
I laugh at your jokes, in my head,
even when I remember tears, too.
All of this is bad, I know.
To recall,
just when love became memory.
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