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the blue curtains.
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the blue curtains. |
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exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada 
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i used to walk down your street just to see if your light was on i would stare up at the little window with the blue curtains and i would cry as if the world had ended in the winter i would bring you a cup of coffee and leave it outside your front door knowing it would never be drank knowing it was a waste of warmth my eyes still sting from years of crying with every thought that entered my head i don't know where you are or if your happy and safe but your grave feels cold to me and your not gone my mind replays your kisses like a dream maybe you were never real i was asleep but the coffee on your porch is cold and you're not home the blue curtains remain blue as if i had doused them in my tears. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
 very sad |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Chelsea, this is gut wrenchingly painful.... very well done. |
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quatro Member
since 2003-04-29
Posts 392Galveston, Texas |
This is very sad. Your thoughts were expressed very well here. I hope that you will soon find a friend to share your warm cup of coffee with. quatro |
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Skyfire 
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
 and then He created the horse... |
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