A small, smooth hand runs along the worn granite
Upward it moves as it feels its way across a rough...

The call of the mockingbird
He is the storyteller of times past...

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Memories hide secrets...

Mostly, it is hidden,
A time to live, not die...

Just to let everyone know--I don't like this poem...
Tales of the anonymous...

Smoothing out the wrinkles,
Staring at the eyes...

This is extremely long, but it would mean it a lot...
Swinging high on the rafters...

Pull out the stitches, one by one,
The warp is left, it's come undone...

This isn't much sad, but I think it was the...
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So kiss me like you did,
My heart stopped beating...

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Someday, tear stained angel...

This is long, but please read it.
Wake me from my nightmarish dream...