DeletedA Poem by BrandonAnd then there are the little things that cut like a knife, realizing you keep erasing me from your life. Rip out a page here or there, delete me till your memory is bare. A locked door with a thrown away key, no place for contact no chance for repair, through watery eyes i can somehow see, I’m the only one who still cares. © 2011 BrandonAuthor's Note
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