It's hard to look at
Images of
The past
Without thinking of
You/you./YOU.../you
Without thinking of
The days that were,
Now the ones that
Have passed us by.
Without knowing
That everyone
Everything,
Took all there was to take.
The images
That remain now,
Are nothing more
Than tears.
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