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MEMORIES

Where to go from here, my Love!
Im tired from running and hiding from
the memories I have of you in my heart.

Gone are the days when
Looking into your eyes was
Like gazing into the sky
& seeing your smile was like
Confronting the divine.

With nowhere to go,
I only see a way to reach you
and that is ripping my heart through
with the memories of time I spent with you..


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