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With the Rain Come the Memories
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Unrhymed Poetenry With the rain come the memories,
As with the body comes the shadow,
The sky does cry,
So do I like a baby!
I wish I could erase the memories,
As an eraser removes the letters,
Written by a pencil!
As an indelible blot, they are there.
Does she long for deleting the memories too?
Maybe or may not be, who knows!
