Like a ripple upon a wave in a pond that's long since dried up and blown away, the ghost of a shadow faded, sun baked by a thousand yesterdays these are all that I can see of you now, barely a memory, that image that's now abated, abstract in sensory, a crumpled wallet photo, that was loved till worn so thin, a cataract upon my minds eye, an image burned right in, all the original lines are gone,Tags: Death, Lone, Memories
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