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By jamesaguiar - Posted on 06 February 2010

 As, I older,
On all that I miss-
Visions once seen
Hide behind a screen
Of what had been.
So much to remember,
smoldering embers
Consume the collage
Of that that I was.
The ghost moneys  smoke-
A cosmic joke-
Pays for a future, obscure, yet sure:
Forever the certainty of all that must be.

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