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Sense Memory 

So long, so far, yet still today. A fiery ache that bleeds the heart black. A river of tears that never runs dry.

.The broken hopes and dreams cut deep in the fresh wounds that scar like a cold touch makes flesh numb.

 

 

 

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Canadian with a passion for books and writing.

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