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Bright smile in the quiet night.
But not for me.
Memories tell of that warmth.
Soft casual knowing touches.
Again, not for me.
I am the interruption.
Wanted to be gone.
Wanted not to happen.
I lost.
But not for me.
Memories tell of that warmth.
Soft casual knowing touches.
Again, not for me.
I am the interruption.
Wanted to be gone.
Wanted not to happen.
I lost.
posted by Rex Venom at 4:10 AM
5 Comments:
We never truly lose honey....that the beauty of memories
Ouch.
That was touching ...
Take care mate.
That comment on my blog, was that a good thing or a bad thing? lol
Very bittersweet.
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