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By Unchained Date: 2001 Aug 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.01.18.47.14259]] |
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In these moments laced with traces of those lost and tender times shadows rise in pale lit spaces calling her sweet kiss to mind. In the wee small hours of morning as the world turns on in sleep mine is the mind forever groaning mine is the heart that aches and weeps. In these moments prayers are winging knowing she will never know but tenderly to memory clinging I pray her happiness to grow. In these moments laced with traces of those lost and tender times shadows rise in pale lit spaces recalling when her love was mine. |