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Dec 2014
How can I forget
When memories are glue
A perfect moment in a late night
That still draws me to you

In the background of the mind
I see with different eyes
Though in the spotlight of thought
I remember what underlies

On the surface nothing's real
To fool yourself is to be a fool
I long for divine truth
In a place that can be so cruel

And I'm still taken back
The warmth of a soul and cool of a room
Pitch black with an empty audience
Left with certainty, confusion, and overwhelming gloom
Gabrielle Douglas
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Gabrielle Douglas  Jacksonville
(Jacksonville)   
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