Remebering History (Trying Not To Forget)
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Says the ticking clock.
Spiraling through day in day out,
What if memories stop.
How long before forgetting becomes a familiar thing.
Fading faces, fleeing places,
Such a common scene.
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