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There is you and me and the ghost of our dreams

Our past between these hidden things

The Sheets between our bodies bare

Whilst my fingers twine around your hair

Inside a room, abandoned by time

There’s nothing here, but what is mine

My name: a word, means nothing else

A vow of secrecy. We all wont tell.

My youth’s a curse I know too well

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The following comments are for "Three friends"
by Shaza89

"My youth’s a curse I know too well"
Isn't it just! Found myself nodding along to this one, thinking- although I probably don't- that I know just what you mean ['Course, my youth's been and long since gone but I still remember it, just about]... you're always enviably adept at coming up with last lines that pack a punch and stick with you, and this is no exception... also like the use of the trinity... and all that that implies... another rich offering, thanks for sharing.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: May 28, 2007 )

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