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Dec 19, 2007
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After I'm gone...
Prop me in a corner
at least I'll feel your smile.
Put me on a shelf
and dust me off sometimes.
Drop me in the closet
where my life would be your smell,
carry me in your pocket
next to your wishing well.
I'd be there when you are witty
I could feel any tears you cry,
You could hold my heart forever,
for ever since you...
it wasn't mine.
— themoonman, Dec 19, 2007
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W.C.Wampler
17 years 6 months ago
After I'm Gone poem
themoonman
17 years 6 months ago
WCW...
blistered-pen
17 years 6 months ago
wow Richard!
themoonman
17 years 6 months ago
Blistered-pen...
Rett
17 years 6 months ago
Now I know good and well I commented on this a little while ago.
muttering_madwoman
17 years 6 months ago
lovely
Robert Melliard
17 years 6 months ago
Hi Richard,