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Released by a Memory
For the millionth time I implored
the memory that I adored,
the only girl for me,
"I'll love you as long as I'm alive,
but, alas, how can I survive,
as you, from me, your love, deprive?
My love is all for thee."
For the first time, it gently spoke,
memory's ghost to a heart that broke,
"Listen close to me.
No one else can from you, deprive.
Your true love is within, alive.
It's time for it to grow and thrive."
And thus, it set me free.
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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