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By lupschada Date: 2003 Jan 30 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.30.09.08.27684]] |
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You're moving out of me and taking your beautiful things. Our memories come off the walls -- The feel of your chest against my back, The sound of you running up the steps, And don't forget that stack of good quotes near the window. I'm a white room now, stark. You can't stand to see my emptiness, you want to leave me with something. You press your hands against the wall to leave an imprint: "I still love you." You walk out the door and the imprint fades before I hear your car start outside. |