Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Vintage - Devan Dennis

Last night I dreamed she came back again, a lovely ghost of an unknown friend. She was never known in this life of mine, a faded beauty, withered in time. She came with the wind, dancing in the low-light. I asked if she'd stay, hoping she might. She smiled and spoke of love for always keeping her visage with me -for all she ever wanted was to live in someone’s memory. To be a timeless beauty had always been her dream. She wanted to be known and share everything with me.

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