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The Scrapbook that I can't throw away

Still frames with dead eyed memories.
Magic marker’d promises;
open ended lies
that I can’t seem to forget.
No matter how far I bury this thing
inside my closet. You always find your 
way back, with a smile blooming
like a drunken rose. 
Fingers run to the edge
of our little world’s grave yard;
flipping the nights over..
Trying to find the picture;
 a moment that will sate 
the hunger of regret.
But I haven’t found it yet..
-James Kelley 2013 All rights reserved

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Date: 1/5/2014 2:18:00 PM
Good one.
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James Kelley
Date: 5/8/2014 2:10:00 AM
Thanks Karen!
Date: 12/31/2013 7:36:00 PM
I really enjoy your metaphoric talent. You put such great twists in the lines. .A true poetic sculpture. Going in my faves
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James Kelley
Date: 1/1/2014 5:11:00 AM
Thank you Karen, I truly appreciate that.