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Memories Of A Child
Voices in the wind
faces in the night
nightmares of a child
living in my head
They fade and they fade
until I sleep at night
then they come back and find me
and infect my mind
But all I do is smile
because I know
those memories are dead
They can come back and haunt me
if they feel the need
I don't really give a damn
Because I'm alive
and living my life
poem
by
Dave Alan Walker
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