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A dusty photo
Kept under my pillow
Is all I have
Of days past.
Haunted
By the sound
Of your voice.
Return to me.
Bring me back,
Back to the days
Where I could see
Your face.
Haunted
By the warmth
Of your arms.
Return to me.
Laying here
On my bed
Waiting for you
To come and pick me up again.
Haunted
By the words
You spoke to me.
Return to me.
Staring
At the single picture
And returning to happier times
Back when you were mine.
Haunted
By the memories
Of our love.
Return to me.
Why can't we be?
Return to me
So we can be free,
Return.
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