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The way you move your hair behind your ears before you read
The way you step over flowers pushing through the hot concrete
The way you laugh with a squint in your eyes
-Will later become nostalgic trinkets sunken deep in my mind
left there for me to find
for years and years to come
-Long after your dead and gone
To where ever it is
that lost lovers go to gather
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2010

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Comments (2)

nice sentiment blizza, 'course you could be the trinket instead...never know who goes ;-)
yes...thats true
I'm sure we are all someones trinket
thanks for the comment and the interesting thought !!
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