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Nov 2014
she paced the house again last night
from the kitchen table I could feel her fright
I can stop it and remind her, "you're at it again"
but she'd forget in a hour and start over at 10:00
I've read her this poem a thousand times like a curse
and each time with a new blank stares she'd swear its the first
and little reminders I'd leave inside her purse
like "I love you" or "I miss you"
life's memories in reverse
Written by
amichael  LA
(LA)   
350
     LEE and Lior Gavra
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