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Gone
Brian L. Davis |
Yesterday, last week, last month, last year
Gone
A bicycle I had as a child
A beautiful friend and her smile
Grandparent's uncles and aunts
Winter's grip but it's coming back
Eyesight hearing and strong bones
Along with muscle tone
Unscarred skin one color of hair
Do I say more do I dare
Reveal a mind once thought strong
Weakened by abuse far to long
All the memories that are lost
The treasures valued most
Gone
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