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Sufi Style<BR><BR>
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<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=c5a59f21d3b5afd025c99ca117ef5f00'>archives</a><BR>there are memories impressed
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upon my brain,
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memories of people, of places,
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and people at places.
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the qualifiers of past,
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moments long lost
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to the tick, tock, tick,
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tock of the clock
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transformed by apotheosis
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of the present mind state.
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there are memories i have
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of unbreakable friendships
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that are now broken,
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of unscathable landscapes
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that are now scathed,
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but the mind refuses to see things
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that way sometimes,
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to recognize current deficiencies
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above the glorified perfections
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of yesterday's image.
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there are memories;
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worthless remnants of a past
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long altered with each step forward,
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presenting over and over again
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an idealized recollection of <i>then</i>
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in blind ignorance over a more realistic
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image of the unconcerned <i>now</i>, and
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for that brief moment, i begin to
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believe that nothing has changed, that
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feelings are not subject to the chemical laws
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of half-life deterioration, and then
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it hits me...
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there are memories, and
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i am one of them.
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there are memories.
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