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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