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Mar 2014
Quiet hour,
laying nestled
beneath imaginations.
Her head resting
upon his memories,
the faint scent of
affection still lingers.
Recalling each frame
that formed their moments,
feeling the sensations
that guided their journey;
touching the pages of adoration
that once told, their story.
David W Jones
Written by
David W Jones  Las Vegas, Nevada
(Las Vegas, Nevada)   
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