The One With No Name

The One With No Name

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Last published Sun, Dec 10, 2017

Poetry

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"Sometimes when I'm alone that's when I feel surrounded the most. Surrounded by your taunting memories. Memories that keep my mind subdued but my heart alive." Poetry from loving heart.

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