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Nov 2012
Greet everyday,
eyes full of tears for her loss
He wonders of what

Known in the morning-
but gone by the night
Through his hands like sand

Meeting new people
though they are the same
Doctors can't help him

Where have the times gone
Identities learned anew
A mind lost to age
Lauren Miller
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Lauren Miller
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