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a barron coast
looking into the horizon
I see things as they once were
all drawn in sharp colors and defined lines
now fading as time travels
from one point to the next
I see all in my dusty history
images tattered and bled into rust
once I remember now nothing but ghosts
looking into the horizon
along a barren coast
back along my encrusted misery
like pages in a book
tattered and worn
once drawn in lines of fire and brilliant hues
now all is a fading history
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Poet Tellaferro
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