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I still see you
every once in a while
but my love will always
be with you
you stole my heart
but now i give in
i will never love any
as much as i love you
but it doesnt matter
your not with him
you're not with me
you've been wihth several others
its far gone
we are in the past
I'll still call your phone.
Just to hear your voice.
Say hello.
Even though
I cant talk back.
This poem was written by Christopher Conoley on Apr 07, 2008.
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