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Sep 2014
When something dies
We are bombarded with nevers
Never touch, never smell, never feel
Never kiss, never hold, never see
When I lost my something
My never was: happy again
Oh was it true
Parker Vance
Written by
Parker Vance  Baton Rouge
(Baton Rouge)   
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