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Dec 2014
She walked beside me
many, many centuries ago

our paths were one
I remember it distinctly

I could hold her and feel her life blood for hours at a time

Decades have passed since
and the sands of time have caused us to
grow apart....now I no longer recognize her

our paths no longer one
I now chase pavement

looking for someone whom I cannot recognize
and it hurts

And no amount of music or money or anything can change that
Ocho the Owl
Written by
Ocho the Owl  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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     ryn, --- and Kelly Rose
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