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"Memory"

As the sun begins to set,

It begins to rain

The cold, wet darkness begins again

I can hear you voice

It sounds so clear

I turn around but, you not there...

I drop to the ground With my flowing tears

I cover my face

Which smudges my makeup

I hear the pitter pattering of the rain against the window

It's coming to a stop

I hear you footsteps

As my face lightens up

I look outside

But your no where in sight

My heart skips a beat

As I think to myelf

This is all I have left

A memory of us

A memory of the good times

But, most of all

A memory of you...





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