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Filling In the Blanks

The lines that you edited in hindsight
The dream that you choose to forget every time you wake up
The memory that you wantonly erase,
The color of the blush
Behind your mascara.

I live in your dark places
When you close your eyes, you see me there
I live in those corners where you go
When you are alone and there is nowhere else to go
 
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  1. AnonymousOctober 16, 2011 at 3:00 PM

    lOVE HURTS...AND EVERY ONE HAS SOME DREAMS TO FORGET...

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  2. AnonymousDecember 4, 2011 at 10:12 PM

    rajesh,
    keep writing...

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