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Saturday, August 14, 2010

I remember a bit of it

A scar on my insides
A flash of a history
That is impossibly mine
Yet is
A dark flash
In my golden brown eyes
Taking the light away
I miss the smile on her face
When she believed in magic and miracles
I call her name
Like summoning the deceased 
The dead things within me

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