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Oct 2013
We talked of travels;
Escaping towards the constellations.
Our plans to rise above the despair,
We both created.
Words touched by Shakespeare
Rested on our lonely souls.
Promises poured casually;
Drinks passing our lips.
Tongues tasting the bitter
And the sweet.
David W Jones
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David W Jones  Las Vegas, Nevada
(Las Vegas, Nevada)   
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