Down death river flows my pain. I feel it there in the cold waters of my soul. Time takes my heart in hand and walks with me thru that space of your mind. I miss you, your spirit, your love, your life. I want so much to hold you, my memories are not enough. I read your letters, over and over and then i burned them. Sent them into the fiery flames of ete…
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