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Jun 2014
Your words ring through my head like a church bell on Sunday mornings
I get down on my knees praying for another chance
I drench my sorrows in a communion cup filled with wine
I kneel down and try to recollect what your touch felt like
My friends all preach to me about moving on
I read through your handwritten love notes like they're the bible
Dharma Phillips
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Dharma Phillips  Findlay Ohio
(Findlay Ohio)   
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