a moment in the mind

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My mother always measured aging by  the spots on her hands.  These came from the sun.            Sometimes I look at my hands to find my marks, to see if the sun has left any kisses on my skin.
Memories stacked up in my heart Tears finding a path to flow Burdened by those heavy ornaments I'll crave for the lovely days begone when you cooked mushroom and I created a ruckus
The dark night of my soul Please save me If it takes hold I don't know which way is home I'm lost and it's oh so cold I hate how I'm so alone
You travel alone on a pitch black road. Through the mist lanterns show dimly, Keeping the monsters at bay Until one by one, darkness replaces where they glowed  All you hear are the beasts snarling grimly
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