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I buried my face in the clothes you left behind
Foolishly hoping some scent remained in them for me to miss,
Desperately clinging to the fibers like they couldn't accept the terms of our goodbye,
Like they couldn't forget the quiver of our last kiss
Faded polaroid photos..
Snapshot facades convicted in a thousand lies of happiness
Even pictures could see that those memories were never meant to last
And finally they and we could rest
To be honest, I barely recognize the man from those photos
And I've forgotten who that girl is...
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