
When It's only the stories you've been told, but you think you remember it.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Angst/Poetry - Words: 52 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-22-11 - id: 2945702
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The only things left
Are my photographs,
But it's just once that
My memory's failed me.
The same name means
Nothing for talent
When a lame one is
Taking a stroll.
Underneath our only
Dying sun
Is the only place where
Any of it remains visible.
To me, at least.
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