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Time Forgets

Will time make me forget?

 The way I thought that smile was reserved for me,

 how I used to run my fingers through your hair as you sleep.

 Those simple joys of waking up to prepare your favorite dish, 

and hearing you say you're building a castle for me.

If time could not make me forget,

 you have to help me, dear, teach me to forget 

like how you've forgotten about me.

02/13/13

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