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Sometimes, I lay down and try to remember a few good memories, but most of the time, no matter how hard I try, those memories that I feel like I once knew never resurface. I wonder if I'll see those memories when I'm dying...
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 63 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-17-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2232199
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For a split second,
I'm able to catch a glimpse
of a faded memory.
Like pieces of shattered glass
on a broken window,
they're ever so sharp and unforgiving.
This broken memory of mine
is like the ebony starry night sky;
ever so distant and unknown.
As my soul fades,
I catch one last glimpse
of my...
...Broken Memory...
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