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Oct 2014
I see her eyes and know her name.
She sheds a tear I do the same.
Her voice cracks and she looks down.
And now I know your lies to her.
Many wounds you gave, few were returned.
The bridge of love you cruelly burned.
On opposing shores you both do stand.
But still she raises a loving hand.
But one last trick will fate yet play.
As you will learn to rue this day.
That as you laughed ere it burned and fell.
You stranded yourself in your private hell.
From the heart for a new friend.
Skip Ramsey
Written by
Skip Ramsey  McConnellsburg, PA
(McConnellsburg, PA)   
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