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Apr 2015
We smell memories
If I described them you might forget
Call them nightmares
Leave them for death
And never open eyes
Deep breaths, cold inside
Made of metal and fibers
Slow twitches, fast movements
And I run to them
As you follow the trail
Chemical trails
And memories
William Lodge
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William Lodge  Roslyn Pennsylvania
(Roslyn Pennsylvania)   
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