I'm begging for a chance 
I know I'll never get.
I ache at the echo of your shoes 
They used to be right beside mine 
But now I only see your back.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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The Wonders In Our Head
PoetryAll Oneshots and poems which came from the cryptic mind of a writer.
 
                                               
                                                  