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Dec 2013
We craved something different,
we received more of the same.
Our souls reached this beautiful place;
hoping the fates will grant us domain.

Our memoirs fading in the night yet
the stars remember our names.
Emptiness breaks our hearts;
the blood dripping upon the flames.

These moments are deteriorating rapidly;
the hours crumbling from hefty disdain.
Absence of time destroys a promise;
our love is brutally slain.

Maybe, we give in too quickly;
thinking so much will change.
Perhaps, we give up too easily;
believing the end comes with the rain.
David W Jones
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David W Jones  Las Vegas, Nevada
(Las Vegas, Nevada)   
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