Memories Stored
Memories Stored Here I sit and think, quietly counting the numbers, of the tidy compartments, with their little closed doors. All the same size, simple...
The Random Clock
death dancing memories Darkness is a shroud, kept out by the light, that rings my world, this peaceful night. Quietly I sit, and contemplate, the...
Sometimes
Sometime riches we have are but memories of time since past. Sometimes memories of times since past are like gold dust blown in the wind....
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