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Mar 2013
I meander through the open doors of my mind,
Hoping to catch but a glimpse of that fleeting memory,
But it's essence leaves me.
Like the warm kiss of a fading dream,
It leaves it's footprints on the edge of my tongue.
My tongue... red carpet.
J
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J  uganda
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