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Madness beats into my heart
shaking my wrinkled hands
while my eye's hold shadows
from the past
Love making arms search for passion
only to fumble upon emptiness
holding a phantom of what once was
you and I
I can smell you
Feel your rebel breath
I can hear you
Touch your naked memory
shaking my wrinkled hands
while my eye's hold shadows
from the past
Love making arms search for passion
only to fumble upon emptiness
holding a phantom of what once was
you and I
I can smell you
Feel your rebel breath
I can hear you
Touch your naked memory
Published 22nd Jul 2015
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22nd Jul 2015 7:17pm
23rd Jul 2015 3:04am
Anonymous
22nd Jul 2015 8:22pm
Tommie Lynn,
Love your ending to this write! Great!!!
tornado
Love your ending to this write! Great!!!
tornado
23rd Jul 2015 3:05am
22nd Jul 2015 8:31pm
Tommie, as I get older I understand better this yearning. This line is so sad but true "holding a phantom of what once was
you and I "
you and I "
23rd Jul 2015 3:06am
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22nd Jul 2015 8:40pm
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