January 1, 2009
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Shadows fall across a cherry sky,
Memories painted now a dripping die,
Falling deep into the pool below.

The past begins to fill a hole
Drilled deep within my skull.
Walks and talks and mingling hands
Stained across my eyes,
Left to stare at these cherry skies.

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