Memories etched in inkA Poem by SleeplessVolcanoContact not found my address book said and like a hound thoughts chased in my head Did I delete you? was it for real? how could this heal? then doubt sneaked in was it all true? all this turmoil within is just making blue the day came soon when your name was taboo when I bet the moon I forgot my name too. © 2016 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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3 Reviews Added on August 19, 2016 Last Updated on August 19, 2016 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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