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Out Of Reach

Blissful memories arise alive clad in sad.

Hopelessly out of reach, they cavort in

the sun of yesterday’s shadows, to be

remembered but not repeated.

Congregating as sleep creeps slowly

into night, they claim center stage

in narratives of regret that’s hard to

forget. All is not well this side of Hell.

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