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Sunday, May 8, 2011

Mould

Because what I posess is not truly mine,
A little of them, because they were a little of theirs,
A pinch of her, because she had the same glowing eyes.
And her also, this smile, she pasted it on me.
An enormous amount of him, because he taught me life
And you, because you taught me love

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