I remember those days

   
Returning home 
through the night
impossibly young.


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That old musician

   
Memory 
plays 
the pendulum

   

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The thing is

   

After enough time 

there’s no one left to say 

they’re sorry

   

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Clock counter

   

Days are too long 

keeping life 

too short

   

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