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Silver pantomimes pervade the silverfish and lather the intrepid dangler until softness has emerged from grainy surplus and ignominy transcends enmity until agony is understood by the bypassed intellectual, the paragon of phantasm, the paradigm of shifting shelves under an adverse city lights district now dark and dank in murky mini-memories, the morsels of dainty fatigue now settling in as the mongrels of stained teeth and raspy voice crouch hidden in the shadowy refrain of cab horns and silent screaming fingers pointedly telling the tale of the city without words, where might be the coda, where might be the sojourn, where might be the falling acorns to strike the death blow to the inching inch worm inanimate now after incurring the infinitesimal homicide, and where are the mourners of her release? Where are the belittlers and anglers of emotion, the hoofed crusaders benign until a wednesday, the day of reckoning on their calendars, the flashy shirtless porcelain shards of once sanctified beauty now curtailed by the alacrity of acuity, the death spasm before us, deciduous and demur, daunting as our fate lay before us, the sight of the scene should cause breaths held and shoulders touched, should warrant a moments grace for the memory…
dan hightower

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From The Start

From the start, she who describes the complicated concept of how she feels. Time trough time, as if he can’t behold the past memories as loss times of hope that never strikes back to see again. A German that spoke a very diligent way that describes the concept of what they already had made. “Dash we Sandlots in der Verlustfreude unwissend mit wurde, bihearted Gedδchtnisse, die bald vergessen mόssen.”(Whom location in the loss joy became ignorant with, bihearted memories, which must forget soon.) But he haven’t take forth the responsibility that devolution him in his past history. He tried to take one the chances of the new changes he might face with.
James Anderson

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There Memories Are So Special

My memories of growing up. We have very special memories. There are so many don't know where to begin. Here are just a few. We had a life that was meant for the rich. We always went away for the summer. So we didn't have to stay in the hot city. We went to a place where there were allot of kids. here it was cool and free. We were very happy. I wiil always cherish these memoies. written 6/1/08 Posted 6/1/08
Susie Sunshine

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Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear. theres a smile on my face because of the memories we created, a wetness on my lips from a kiss I never wiped away, and a silent tear soaking my face as I think about the memories we created. I loved you, and I thought you felt the same way but you left me in the dark. My heart still heals now that years have passed. Yes it hurt and I wish I hadn't fallen in love with you...I wish to thank you for one thing that you gave me.......strength.............Now I have found another. He cares for me and I know he truly loves me. More than you ever did. You broke my heart and he picked the pieces up...He asked me how my day was and all I could do was....well...smile, for I know this is love.
Jessica Elizondo

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