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Published Sunday, October 29, 2006 by Patrick.
In my blood is an absence of important things
And a silver ringing in my ears reminds me
Of tastes best forgotten.
I'll write you at a level
Undergound someday,
I'll send you clay and ash.
I never asked,
You never knew
I loved you.
I never said goodbye.
- Patrick
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