Poem # 25- Memory

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Fading through time,
As the lost will emerge
The clock is ticking fast;
I do not feel an urge.

Days keep passing,
As the clouds glide on the sky
The sun rises and sets;
Every day it still tries.

Growing rust in the depths of my role,
Taking a crazy static as I open my eyes
I couldn't remember; I couldn't understand,
As the fading memory meets its demise!

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