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Jun 2014
A familiar face in the crowd...
She glances my way, then disappears.
A familiar voice in my ear...
I turn, but no one is near.
A familiar name comes to mind...
Just as I hear her say my own,
The haunted memories of my
Obsession struck back..
Will they never cease?


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson
Written by
Andrew Robertson  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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