Memories

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memories

Memories

Come flooding back

From beyond the grave of time.

A familiar tune

Or triggering, scent

Captured on epitaphs

In the cemetery I call my mind.

Laid to rest

Beneath

This sacred stone of life,

Come to comfort,

Or to haunt

From the dark into the light.

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