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Jul 2015
You're the first thing I think of on waking
My last thought before drifting away
My dreams are bound by constant aching
That greets me new each day

You're the ghost that haunts my nights
The splinter in my soul
The only song my heart recites
The piece that makes me whole

In scornful silence evermore
With hopes to mask the pain
In silence, though, I can’t ignore
My heart calling your name

What a fool I must appear
To foster such desire
That our love might reappear
And set the past on fire
Curing
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Curing  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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