Paper In The Fire

A poem

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There was that time we did that thing

Times these days don’t have that ring

I see moments coming like they’re already gone

Trying to remember what I am as I go along

Afraid of forgetting what hasn’t happened yet

Every detail I’m destined to forget

What is the point when it all goes away

When asked this question, what do you say

Memories like paper in the fire of ages

Time takes your book of life and rips apart the pages

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MAS (poems)