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Aug 2012
You feel a light caress on your shoulder while you're in solitude,
You turn and nothing is there.
You feel a sweet warmth in your hand,
you squeeze and nothing is there.
You let tears run down your face,
But they are wiped a way without a trace.
Laying there motionless, kissing the air,
you know they are memories.
Memories of my time there,
Memories before this nightmare.
walker lesan
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