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I touch my memories
frozen in time,
crystal clear and cold
from another dream.
Beautiful and unchanged
forever more.
Tapped from my memory
to be remembered.
In full color and glory
so I can see
the places I have
been - remembering.
Each wrapped in a cold mist
and preserved until
I understand
each and every one.
Copyright (c) 2013 Suzannah Wolf Walker all rights reserved
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