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Sep 2014
She is the ink
That will eternally flow
Through my veins,
Keeping the tattoo of love
Fresh on my heart,
That will always ensure
I will never be alone.
For her memory
Is etched in my soul,
Forever like it was carved in stone,
Yet soft enough
To bring me comfort
When life gets rough,
Reminding me how
I was good enough
To hold her heart
For a moment in time…

A time sweeter than any dream.
Dale Vincent Deadmond
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