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Aug 2016
Closest to the memory
Heartaches holding fast
Imagination feeding on
What never was or passed.
Who is it that does not enjoy
Crying all alone at night
Over make-believe scenarios
Made over til they're right.
Tragedy has always kept
such company for the brain
Illiciting pleasure quite akin to
A funeral in the rain.
deanena tierney
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deanena tierney  41/F
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