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Think of the past
Your words created wounds,
And the wounds brought pain to my bones.
I don't see you anymore
But I think about you often.
Healing my soul will take...
More than a lifetime.

Your words brought love to my heart
And that love makes me think of the past.
With you, even the sky blossomed my life
And I smelled your fresh perfume of flowers
From everywhere around.

Your words often made me smile,
Making my life easier now to deal with
For the rest of my life...
But I think about you often.
Healing my soul will take...
More than a lifetime.
© roxana