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Ghost of My Smile So many nights I sat awake watching him sleep and dream away still I stop to wonder did he ever notice the shadow of my cheekbone the ghost of my smile? Sitting in my room now alone moonlight drenches my face like it used to and I stop to wonder does he even remember the shadow of our yesterday the ghost of my smile? |
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A simple piece I wrote what seems like an eternity ago, about a lost first love.
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