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Saturday, 25 July 2020

Memo 3

Memories stirred when music is heard,
To the times I held you in my arms,
Waltzing around the room dizzy in love,
The smell of perfume still lingers,
Poison to my heart,
A vision of yesterday, 
The dagger in my heart.....
Bleeding to be free of the past .......

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