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My First Memory

April 19, 2011
By Anonymous

Eyes filled with water,
Like the pool in the back,
Like the sprinkler in the yard.
Waves of air from the fan hit me,
Hit me like a freight train,
That brought with it a tear each time.

Laughter of my friends rang through the window,
Like back feed from a microphone,
They rang through my head.
I wondered if they would ever come back,
Ever talk to me again,
Or leave me in the dark cold room.


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