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As I strolled through the hallways of my memory
I glanced at the faded images on the walls
Unframed, unnumbered and unorganized

They had my name and droplet of my tears
Some were worn
Some were torn
Some were crushed
Some were erased

Some were written in a haze
No two pages were the same
Stolen, distorted
Rewritten, rebound

Tells a different story than my own
Deception, anguish, sorrow
Pages I'll never recover


Stolen pages of my life are gone forever


Thomas - © Jan. 02, 2015 (All rights reserved.)

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