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Memory
Copyright 2001, Michelle Iacona
For Wes....
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into stars of precious, escaped memory-- For you. All the times, cherished. All the embraces held in my heart. Dreams come, and make it Now again-- Erase the distance. I can hold your face in my mind; your words, like feathers, in my hand. |
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