When life sheds a memory,
It sheds a tight living skin,
Of those once garbed & protected from within.
When life sheds a memory,
It sheds those long past loves,
Of those caressed by fingers, in mind´s dimmed
gloves.
When life sheds a memory,
It sheds, all once known belongings,
Of whispers tiptoeing by, in long forgotten longings.
When life sheds a memory,
It sheds it´s last breathed breath,
Of beloved words once spoken, far beyond life´s
death.
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