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by Mandy Doerr

It is gone, only a fragment remains
I cannot reconstruct it for all my pains
I remember a little, but it's memory that keeps
My heart from reconstructing my masterpiece
Two lines out of thirty one
Some of the best I've ever done
Now they haunt my mind and heart
For of the words, I remember only part
Yet scene they describe still stays
Of a forest on a rainy day
I wish it would return to me
Then the two lines would let me be
For try as I might, still I fear
The right words will never appear
And other words would stand there abusing
While the memory of what was remains accusing
So onto other paths I must go


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