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Apr 2016
I am a ghost walking(;)
through the memories
replaying in my head.

My actions cease
with the moment;
they exist no more,
but memories last forever.
They are the never closing door.

I walk through
the corridors of my heart and mind.  
I am a silent witness,
lost within the imprints
I've left upon sacred time.
Jason
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Jason  Atlanta, Ga
(Atlanta, Ga)   
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   --- and Lio
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