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Jun 2014
Everything seems like a lifetime away,
I crave to see it in my sleep,
But when I close my eyes I’m dead awake.
The memories, so bittersweet,
I’ll never let them go.
They burn and hurt, and make me weak,
And yet I crave them more.
But all the lies, and all the pain,
I wish they’d still be here,
For in your eyes, that warm green flame,
I knew you would be near.
And in a daze, I call your name,
Your silhouette, it disappears,
As the memory of that soft green flame
Makes me prisoner to my tears.
Hope Irons
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Hope Irons  Varna, Bulgaria
(Varna, Bulgaria)   
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