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[walkinyoursmile]

as we look to that glaze
and admire the haze
and reminisce the days
that were little less than yesterday
and the thoughts will pry
beyond what I cry
reminding me why
words I dream to say
for all that was wrong
and inside every song
a tale forsakingly so long
a judgement I must pay
for its tribute to the misconception
not quite ready for recollection
as I decide whats real with thorough inspection
I wonder if her thoughts are the same way