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Nov 2010
Memory is a game
I lost
long ago.

So tell me
your
story,
your tale of
woe.

"A face
unmatched
with any name;
a scent of
years
in history;
a scene
I once
consumed with eyes,
a scene fades in,
then
slowly dies."

Memory is
a game
that
no one wins.
And everyone loses,
loses
in time.
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