JB

lest we forget in Magma

  • April 27, 2014, 9:33 p.m.
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For one moment Your voice as it haunts my hallways Ghost whisper strong and steady Washing up memories we've tried to bury But no matter how deep I dig it won't ever deep enough And these hounds of familiarity Will dig up old bones Old memories, old promises Kisses yellowed by time But on my lips they are as fresh as right now.


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