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thoughts of you

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Starry-Liz

Published: Nov 24, 2011

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_{i would like to remember you by your silences, by the tiny nuances and way you wrote your words slanted. i hold onto the moments at night when i am neither sad nor lonely without you, and i always wish they would stay a bit longer. you were like my favourite ring that i wore everyday, and then suddenly one day you were gone; lost to a sink or a street sewer.

i will always think of you as a piece of art-strokes of colour and longing and mess all balled up into one tiny portrait. you are a thought in my heart that is always warm with remembrance and peace. sometimes i wonder if you think of me at night, if in your heart you remember me as a soft pillow as i remember you, but then i realize i am being silly.

and so i go to bed and try to rest my mind from thoughts of you.}

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every day i let you go more and more
every day i become happier and happier
every day i think of you less and less
every day i stop loving you (lie to myself)