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Alzheimers Disease
I fear my memories have become
lost.
The summer of my days
Slowly fades like the falling leaves
of autumn.
Now hidden under a cold winters
cloak.
Fractured memories
Breaks stronger with the passage of
time.
The mirror of my life
dances a delicate map in my
reflection.
Oh would that I could hold on to
those dreams!
Each passing day slowly clutches
them into darkness.
The greedy hand clasps who I was
Knuckle white
Offering no mercy
Or kindness.
I am but a shard of mirror now.
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