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Cloak Of Love (Free verse) by brokenwing

Does time not erase the memory, destroying all the fragments of a shattered dream? The picture was so perfect so undeniably unique. Every moment, Every encounter, Every spoken word, Every intimate gesture, was sewn into the fabric of a mismatched cloak of love. But, no matter how strong the thread one tug, one snip, one freyed edge, would be the undoing..... And so it was!! you held the scissors, I wore the cloak and time refused to mend.....

==Doylum 4-Feb-03/7:16 AM
she chopped it off?
Just cause you had a quick handshandy?
How awful.
Can i have it for my collection of peni through the ages?




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