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Sep 2014
These memories are eternally inscribed  between my flesh and my bones
They have set sail in my tattered veins
Whispering waves into my blood stream
That crash softly into my old soul
And cleanse my mind of the hell I know
These memories dance upon my skin
Like words that linger from your lips
They tingle with a lovers passion
Like your bare skin pressed against my own
They comfort my heart when I'm in need
But destroy me when I cannot hide
And so I grasp upon the faint hope
That fate exists within this story
Even through the thickest of forrest
I wish to find your soul once again
So these memories won't fade away

Because there is more to be written and     more to be said and more to be felt
Thoughts from a runaway
Ofelia Rose
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Ofelia Rose
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   John Santos
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