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Aug 2010
Every night the same dream
that never seems to end
we're slowly walking down the street
smiling hand in hand.
It feels like we've walked for hours
but my feet don't even hurt
until we stop so you can admire
and empty field of dirt.

"Once there were roses here
as far as the eye can see
but the tower fell & so did they
so surely fall shall we."
My smile fades into the dark
like shadows in the night
how could you just give up like this
without a single ounce of fight?

one last kiss, impassionate
before you turn to leave
to break my heart into so many pieces
that I can't even wear it on my sleeve.
Written August 17, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
Written by
James M Boyer
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