September 7, 2011
Day breaks at dawn,
Falls at dusk,
Leaving me alone.
Taking away the magic,
That once was.
Mind racing to remember,
Only to find pages of white.
The painting that used to be,
Is no longer to be found,
Leaving me to search,
For myself.

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