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The days and time are unimportant they were real long ago and have become fading photographs kept in my mind pictures held onto like prison bars with no escape memories I've folded in time some are of lovers, some are of lost friends some are of places I'll never see again they're pinned to the spokes of time's turning wheel they come round and round flickering shadows and shaded silhouettes endlessly spinning covered in ashes traveling through time something to think about, there to remind something to see when the mind is alone pictures of yesterday that remain fading away until they are gone like dying grapes on a dead vine becoming memories of memories I won't remember
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