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Mar 2014
I dream of a face that I cant quite place
However I feel I've known it once in vivid detail
I exhale long sighs through out the night
Tossing and turning
Yearning for the love I thought I had found
Divided by uncertainty and a distance too profound
Touching my neck where your breath once fell
Swearing to catch faint drifts of your smell
Imprisoned by my perceptions and reveries
I've created this hell with falsified memories
Danielle Rose
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Danielle Rose  Fall River
(Fall River)   
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