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Jun 2016
Just never know what will trigger
Those memories lost forever
Like the scent left on her pillow
I've tried to recreate but never ever ever
Even....came.....close
Close is the word I lie to myself with
That doesn't come with repentance
For the two purses closed locked in a closet
I share their fate we're all serving out our SCENTence.
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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