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I could fill my inky heart
With love letters to no one
Or I could let you go.
My soul is filled with old messages
Held-in sighs and blinked-back tears
I miss you
An autumn breeze in your chestnut hair
A spark in your half-smile
I wish I was different, I wish you were too
I'll feel how I feel and you won't feel anything

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