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::spin::

the wind is knocked out of me,

and now I'm groping for words

but everything thats behind them,

is locked up somewhere inside

my shaking hands lost the key

I love you isn't enough at times

it must just sound like an echo

If my head would stop spinning,

maybe then I'd find the key.
posted by megan 10:27 AM

Surreal... Eyesight blurs and reality gives way.
A vison of your face, your eyes piercing through...
Now I know what it means to feel swept away,
to be raptured, halfway whole until you seep in.
Sweet memories, set alive again by your laughter.
Now you're gone, but you're still here with me,
I can feel you and your eyes looking into mine.
posted by megan 10:59 PM

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