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In the desolate place of my mind dwells the thoughts of a lost love. In the vast desert of my soul grows a pain fed by hurt. In the emptiness of my heart lives a sorrow of past deceptions. In the halls of my mind, heart and soul lives the real person I do not wish to know. For pain, hurt and deception is all it knows Jm07/18/06

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Date: 10/31/2011 10:38:00 AM
Interesting thoughts penned..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Sara
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