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Mar 2014
My soul becomes
conspicuously absent,
the day your ephemeral memories
sink into the deep waters of my solitude.
Carlos Molina
Written by
Carlos Molina  Tegucigalpa
(Tegucigalpa)   
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   Devon Webb and Autumn Stott
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