Tres Largos MesesA Poem by words of rooted design3 months, 13 weeks, 93 days.
Long hours
the passing of weeks
in all my thoughts you exist there hasn't been a day even a dream without a weep in all my thoughts you still exist the vague memories haunt theres pain in a mere reminisce in my thoughts I wish you didn't exist. © 2012 words of rooted designAuthor's Note
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Added on November 20, 2012 Last Updated on November 20, 2012 Author
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