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Jul 2015
My heart is still a prisoner though I am a thousand miles away from you. I can still remember your smell when you would walk into a room. Your laughter still haunts my dreams each time I try to sleep. The sound of your breathing echoing beside me makes me become wide awake. Though we have been separated for quiet a while. I still see your face every time someone smiles. Your a ghost from my past, you keep me imprisoned with your memory, so please let my poor heart be. Walk away from my life and please set me free.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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