Wounding memories, broken promises,
another empty guarantee.
Moments lost, time slipping through my hand.
Lonely teardrops fall in the sand.
Wounding memories, broken promises, another empty guarantee. Author noteshttp://www.letsgodigital.org/.../75/black-and-white.jpg A contest entry
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