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a cold rain
a hard rain
rushing to and from
dragging bags of memories
each a constant reminder
of the things taken
but as life takes you on its ride
you slowly get rid of it
not on purpose
little goblins of age
steal through the night
slowly taking them away
bit by bit...piece by agonizing piece
a trail littered with discards of lives
triumphs terrors trials
all gone the way they came
there one moment...gone the next
memory fails with time
as does everything
a cold rain...too hard to bare
as the horizon flashes it's last sunset
12-20-99
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