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Oct 2013
Memories grow whisper thin as autumn's gold on winter wind,
the leaves have turned
a brittle brown,
the memories
fade away.

Without the whispered words within, without the gilded saccharin,
this little now -
this moment
still
remains.
Casper J
Written by
Casper J  In the Suburbs
(In the Suburbs)   
689
   ---, Abeille, ---, spacedrunk and Derek Yohn
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