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Memorial

Time comes to us.
Time goes away too.
But I- I stand here
and slumber in the rain.
The sky is clear after
this deadly storm yet
it is still dark here.
This white-washed wall
hides my beautiful lady
and her blonde hair.
Flowers laden aside,
pants damp from the ground,
I- I sigh...
"rest in peace."



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