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Somewhere among my barren heart –

emotions torn from its beating flesh

by life and smiles and tears and trials –

a laugh choked by tears

seems to stir

as I sit among these scattered photos


golden memories (or was it dreams?)

of days long bought and sold

come back to life –

the presence of the precious old.


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