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At Memories End
When did age and responsibilities get in the way?
The future melts into the past
Precious memories
Experiences that won't come again
A tale to be told
For every crack in your face
Every grey hair
When you welcomed dissonance, not silence
When unlimited horizons
Filled every pore
My unqualified desire
Is no longer coin of the realm
The dreams of this ancient youth
Sunk swiftly, into the sewers of antiquity
I kiss temptation's wreckage
With a merciless love
Dusty rhythms arrive
At memories end
Under the guise, of cloudy dreams
Drew Marshall
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