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To Someone On This ***** Named Danielle Jones (Her Words, Not Mine)

She Just didn't love the thought of hands felt on thoughts held old in time

 

And who knows the kind of feeling the heart wants

 

When the last words and last breath comes through heavy lungs

 

Eyes gathered up and to the left

 

They forget the world

 

But they are burning to talk and tell of what they saw

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May 14, 2013
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