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 The bottle you put your lips to.
 The notes that I wrote to you.
 The ball that you held.
 The secrets he didn't tell.
 The straw from which you drank.
 The things you didn't take.
 I still hold all memories deep inside of me.


 cowritten by: disconnected_soul
Posted: 2005-08-02 14:17:00 UTC

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