here's something to remember me by
this ocean i place in your hand
the tides turn time
a "then" becomes a "when"
strongest while falling down
rain fills a reservoir
thoughts that haven't been home
far from shore
that november was frozen
like flesh on bone
memories of sceneries
now dog-eared pages
knowledge can see
you can't guess foresight
no more covers
no dry eyes
the fleeing heat
on stone-cold faces
fugitives mulitply
no one apologizes
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