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Mar 2012
Visions of a memories past,
that's all they will be.
Just a slideshow of photographs
depicting a memory.
Pictures torn and burned.
Destroying what used to be.
To start fresh, to start anew.
So that different eyes can see.

These shadows I will turn my back to.
Nothing now but past times gone.
My new eyes set for tomorrow.
I await the rising sun.
Kyle Kind
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