Old suitcase
Smells of places I've never been
Trips I'll never take
Old guitar
Echoes with songs I've never heard
Words I'll never sing
Old heart
Beating for people I've never met
Love I'll never feel
Old soul
Longing for peace I've never felt
Empty I'll never fill
Sunday, February 5, 2012
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