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Traces

I don't hold a grudge
against what wouldn't budge
the words stuck in your throat
till you thought you might choke

like a layer cake that cracks
when taken out of the pan
forgiveness the icing
spread thickly with a knife

what you couldn't see
happening between you and me
will haunt with the traces
of our yesterdays

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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