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Living in the Past ....
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September 2016 Living in a Past ....
Of what, was once then.
When you're confused, mixed up.
With no comforting, touch.
No gentle voice, to soothe, your fears.
When you discover, that happiness.
Doesn't lie, at the bottom, of a bottle.
Who'd have, a thought for me...?
To have once drank, with heroes.
To have slept, with a princess......
I don't cry anymore, it's just
A waste, of an emotion .
Of which
I no longer have
Giajl © Jim Love
love this. My happiness used
love this. My happiness used to reside in the bottom of a bowl. Too many tears