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Memories

How many words can they hold I ask myself as tears wet the pages in bold I track the marks and cry two-fold Trying to ease a pain of old Scents mix embracing the cold Memories of yesterday and today take hold Repeating over and over this insane ritual in my shroud I keep the unsent letters under my pillow_

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