Memory

January 23, 2009
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Inside the picture frame,
Underneath the glass.
The memory that hides below,
Is becoming the past.

The winter snow has melted,
My heart is melting too...
I can't seem to recall your face,
Have I forgotten you?

As I look back at the photo,
Smiles fade away.
Because I know my memory of you,
Fades everyday.





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