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- Lost Memories
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Lost Memories
As the sun drips low on the horizon, the wind howls though the broken windows of the old barn, the farm girl looks out and see the shadows creeping in. She curls tighter in the old blanket she found among the broken rails of the stalls. She has returned home to remember her childhood. But all she finds are shards of memories from past .A single tear falls from her eyes and she snuggles tighter in her blanket. You can always go home, but home never seems to be the same after we left it.
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nighwing326almost 17 years agoAuthorI thought it was GREAT and in every poem theres a bit of truth it was great because it realy painted a picture in my head and thats what every good poem or story needs a good visualimage in yer head.
Love yer niece Britty Boo
