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Chronology's Thieves

All I now believe,
Every memory delicately clings like quiet autumn leaves,
Changing colours, age and curl into nostalgic dreams,
Expressing thoughts I hold for warmth till chronology's thieves,
Tear them from their roots they fall, claimed by the winter's breeze, Distant moments make up, makes me made up, up climbing the tree
Towards the thoughts I shade from cynical decay, to one specific day, Recall the footsteps down the hall, where that vivid moment played,
The distant words I h

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