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Time has fooled us

Along with memory too. 

For the closer it has been, 

The more it shall give us;

Only a select few raindrops

Shall stain our tattered brains,

Leaving the rest to roll off of us. 

Time is a storm.

One that shall soak our skin; 

Degrading us, as water to paper,

Until, so torn are we,

We will be naught but sloppy remains

People shall tread through, 

Trying to find shelter.