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Memories
Seep through the cracks
of our memories (and more memories and more memories)
Then we charge a karma credit card at the store that buys our memories to keep them; own them.
That dark cold night, the rain did splatter
on the dim windows, 'pitter-patter.'
The creaky old cabin 'neath the willows
groans and moans and wobbles and billows.
What there is to say haunts to the core
