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“I Can’t Remember. .”
. . . I can’t Remember
The Days when you would
Hold me. .
On the Nights my Tears
Would Soar. .
All I can Hear are the Sounds
Of your Endless Roar,
In the Time that you Left. .
To Deafen our Evermore.
No Longer do I Feel the
Touch of your Embrace,
Spiraled with Flames of
A Love in Pure Agape. .
I do Reminisce the way
You Cut me with your
Words made of Knives,
My Tears were of Truth. .
But Still you Kissed Me,
A Kiss of False Goodbye.
A Trial to Remind you. .In the Midst of Pain. .
That our Love will Always remain the Same.
Through the Nights. .I Grew Numb,
From the Coldness of your Silence. .
A Silence that our Flame
Will No Longer Succumb. .
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