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Mar 2016
I hear her name
and a piece of my soul breaks away
and drifts into oblivion

I recall her face
and a twinge in my heart
sinks deep and takes root

I feel the one kiss
that sustained me as water
to a dying plant

Time can be cruel
it never forgets
true love
Thomas P Owens Sr
Written by
Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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