Memories
Memories come to me in my dreams that I've blocked out of my mind
contained deep in my soul. Others, not wiped away brought on
by a thought, a song, or scent. A tear will form wishing you were here.
plunge in lull distress
emotions distributed
against the darkness
7/27/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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