Liquidity of Memory

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Liquidity of the memory
as if unavoidable,
like waterfall to a lake,
intensifies at winter's come.
Rain and Rain
hurling pale curtains over reality,
days of bright sun
no longer exist inside me.

Like nightmare dew
that flutters and paints the air white,
it extinct the miracle of knowing,
keeping only the suffocating residue of glare
no name, no facial features.

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