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this disease she has
that infects her mind
dusk at the seaside;
their feet digging into the sand
as the tide ebbed out
with the last light of day
a never ending cycle
dictated by the moon and
her relentless pull.
and mornings spent at bookstores;
light settled over the open books
and painted their pages gold,
warmed the air so that
time seemed to stop indefinitely,
waiting for the two of them
to get their fill of stories.
what about the countless nights
under the stars;
when his fingers had danced
over her skin and lingered
in her hair, and she had inhaled
the wintry air just to feel her lungs freeze
and remind herself that he was real?
these are the things she remembers now,
silver-haired and alone,
slowly dying in the home they once shared.
unable to remember the important things,
only flashes of moments in time
unwanted, ready to be given away
if only she could remember his name
or hasten the dance of death.
no one ever told her that her me
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