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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Don’t be sad over what you have lost, Smile for what you had. If you inflict pain in every memory, Each memory then turns bad. Just close your eyes and picture them, Like the polaroid photo you had. Imagine the same harelip smile, plastered on that doll like face. You can’t undo what had been done, The hourglass would only be filled with tears. Capture that feeling sitting on a pomegranate tree, Sitting with a person who’s mouthed first word, Embraced in it your name. Ulterior motive “for you a thousand times over”, The words remain. Capture that same memory, Feel it every day, Forever in you that memory lives, Forever it will stay. Forgive those who had gone, And those waiting to go. For the one that mattered the most, Left a piece of himself for you to hold. An old nemesis approached, under Hitler propaganda as disguise. Or maybe it Was Karma an old friend; a vice. For you a thousand times over, loyalty to be proven not proclaimed, But this time it was my turn, To run the blue kite blade. In the end it will not be the words of my enemies, That I will remember, But the silence of my brother; my friend. Although I rewarded loyalty with distance, But even broken crayons still colour the same. Because remembering him is easy, I do it every day. But there is an ache within my heart, That never went away. But it all fell in place with that one call “There is a chance of being good again.” Alas in the end however a king died a slave
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