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Memory

The shadow keeps moving
on this sun dial.
You begin to fade
as I start to smile.

You slip away
into the night.
There's no point in battling
you've lost the fight.

You're gone from my thoughts
soon to leave me.
Forced to mold yourself
back into a memory.




Poetry by Mary
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Written on 2006-05-17 at 20:07

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