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Memory

“Memory” sometimes in mass as sacred songs wash over me like rain, I break free and drift into memory, and again you rise, your tears flow as tears fill my eyes, your dying breath whispering good bye; after so many years, the knife still cuts and again, and again I cry. (20 May 2015)

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