The memories begin to fade, like leaves falling.
No, like a fog rolling in from behind. Unnoticed, silent.
And only when you try to turn back do you see it,
hiding all those moments you cherished, once.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
