“There you stood on the edge of your feathers, Expecting to fly. While I laughed, I wondered whether I could wave goodbye, Knowin' that you'd gone. By the summer I was healing, we had said goodbye. All the years we'd spent with feeling Ended with a cry, Babe, ended with a cry.”
I miss you ...
October 13th, 2012
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