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Left behind.


a glass full of whiskey
the echoes of your laughter
your perfume
everything is left in the room as you left
when you said goodbye.

I sit quietly left
and listen to the radio is playing our song
in Quiet's darkness.




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Publicerad 2012-04-11 14:27



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