Wending ways towards evening tributes,
exacting fires of desire, as promises
fade and die by the wayside.
Lasting experiences continue forever
in minds of intellectual photographic
memories.
Snapshots of past life are forever
etched in particles of our brain,
always a perfect fit for every day
usage.
(9/7/11)
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