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Clinging to sound the sound of a Ping Hoping to hear a trace of existence We all want reminders that we were here Or where we went The breadcrumbs, left on the trail, were eaten by a murder of crow gone So long ago A message in a bottle Bobs on the sea Rising and falling like the breath in your chest Or a botany heart, sailing the highs and lows of love Of life We want More than the message on the voice mail We want something to seduce us to think we are Teflon And not frail The hairline fractures are still there And doubt, its never ending chorus Can crumble the Hercules of the heart The secret is this The scent of cologne still on your sweater But The perfume of skin Now just a memory...
Posted on: Tue, 15 Apr 2014 00:54:44 +0000

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