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With this tear I remember you, betwixt the moon and morning's dew. Old photographs taken have cracked and faded, my roses have crumbled inside the book's pages. A gift you gave me is wrapped but broken, In pieces my heart still holds these tokens. By a thread old love is sewn into me, Binding my heart with memories. I often tug at its loose ends, I'm sewing my heart and hoping it mends. Vickie Hurtt-Thayer

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Date: 4/10/2019 9:06:00 PM
Lovely...Nice writing style...
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Vickie Hurtt - Thayer
Date: 4/15/2019 9:00:00 PM
Arturo, thanks for the comment.
Date: 10/17/2017 9:27:00 PM
Love this one Vickie :)
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Vickie Hurtt - Thayer
Date: 11/7/2017 9:00:00 AM
Sad, Lost Love That Hurts Us And Trying To Heal. Thanks, Maureen xo