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Ashes of Old Lovers

Ashes of Old Lovers.

How many lips touched mine aflame?
How many me embraced?
How many promises were made?
How many dreams mine laced?

Like dying embers in my heart,
The names of lovers turn
To ashes, and the pain goes out,
No longer memories burn.

Ashes of old lovers.




   


 

 

 
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