Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Monday, May 28, 2012

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You enter my dreams like a plague. You creep in around the edges and you always scuttle away again before I had a chance to say hello, or talk about old times, or hold you tight and promise to never let you go. Perhaps it's for the best; I am a sentimental old fool.

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