The hint of a familiar face
The fixed smirk, the playful gaze
The artless, rain stung face
It's in my memories that I lost you
The written word, the smudged lines
Bound by bruised twines
They were torn and buried in dismal confines
They were yours to take, not mine to keep
Stop. Turn back the time
Always my partner in crime
Hear the distant laughter chime
I never did master the craft of moving on
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