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Of A Memory
Love is too young
to know what a conscience is
for, as sure as you told me you loved me
you turned me away
rememberance of a memory
her tears
soft to the touch
I fear now I understand eternity
why wasn't memory enough?
poem
by
Harlequin Rose
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