MemoriesA Poem by being me
memories, painful enough to kill
inch by inch, chewing up your insides... faces flash past, glances chance, smiles fade but the look in those eyes eternal engravings on the walls of the mind... memories of the dead pass by in peace silent couplets of fond memories... memories of the yet living a drug you choose to take kill yourself with painful pleasure else ignite your veins with a spark of vengeance...
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