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Summing up my life, like skating over old
sidewalks, carving distant memories
into crumbling concrete.
Words come from old, stale air as I
conjure up yesterday, melting into
a short growing season.
I reminisce of decades old wallpaper
daisies clinging onto clapboard
walls, like me, faded, but
still hanging on.
I hold on with the only limbs I have
ever known, remembering the sweet
fruits of long ago kisses,
whispering of yesterday
never more.
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