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Submitted:Jul 27, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

If I could, I would

But I can't

You seem to live inside my head

You were planted like a seed

And I can't pull you from the

garden of my memories.

The roots have grown too deep

And I've seem to of grown too weak.

So now come back to me

in the form of reality.


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