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Mar 2014
Those phrases that you spoke...
Haunt hardened.
Ingrained, interrupt, and impale... Can not fix this.

In it's own format.
Outside the box.
Great wonder.
Any mention of a Rose.
The light.

Of course; the "*****" within.

The departure of your mouth left me missing your smile.
There is little passion or sunshine in the absence.
My ears do rest; though sweet whispers reside.
Robert H Rook III
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