Of All Those Memories
Of all those memories that come around,
each with boundless beauty or fond remorse,
yours flood frenzied dreams with troubling abound
of all those memories
My mind, muddled, alters its centered course.
Your voice echoes with its hypnotic sound
as I fervently flail, seeking the source.
With desperate hope, lost memories found,
my senses stricken with electric force,
I sharply slump into muted astound
of all those memories.
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