Memories of sorrow, betrrayal, suffering and violence are strong but thry do fade, whereas interludes such as this, when i close my eyes and regard the calandar of my days, some how outlast them, as i see my self upon my couch, reading my book and drinking beer with the blues playing in the background,and the scythe of time has no power in this
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